Cynical Curves

“Perhaps my features aren’t the finest— I never said I was gorgeous. But Are these the reasons I’m alone?”


His Voice

I couldn’t see his face, As I walked through Raging winds and biting rain. But I heard a voice. I couldn’t feel his arms As the chills spread icy Fear and despair. But I could feel his love. I can’t always see your Tear stained face, feel Your all powerful embrace; Yet one trait remains:… Continue reading His Voice

Life, Poetry

To the Hurting Ones

“We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes...
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!”
~Paul Laurence Dunbar

We all have pain and burdens. We all have tears in our eyes sometimes.
What are you doing with your pain?