You Are Still A Warrior To Me

Hello Readers, Here's a poem I wrote, dedicated to some of my best friends. I love you dearly, my friends, my family.

Impression of A Grieving Church

"When peace like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll" An entire congregation is brought to its knees in a horrible beautiful way, weeping for something that they can not ever replace. Nor would they ever wish to. There is a wound now, a gaping red wound. The regular services are [...]