I  love strong and true women. Such imagination I have. I imagine you here with me even though you are far away . I could feel you bend over me and kiss my neck. I could climb inside you and kneel at your feet. I could see in color the good we eat and taste the sweetness of you. As we walked you knocked me off my feet, and then reached down for me to pull me up. As I saw you take the gun an attempt to finished me. What dreams we have in dark of night, I blame it on the full moon. As we rushed across the rock with the waters rising. Courage is handling your stuff all alone in the darkness. No one else can help you. It’s a sort of scarcity. I asked are you equipped for the journey? Faith can help but it will take you just so far. Trust is good cause it helps you let go. Beliefs are swell but they to vanish at the end of the road. It all comes done to this. Courage to stand and not run away. I am a warrior in the woods of my darkness. How about you? 

 I live a life of privilege on a grand estate with horses and many miles of pastures. As I walk about the dogs follow me and the black cat jumps about in the drying corn in the field. We are lost upon this planet far far away from home. Oh how I long to go home sometimes , even when I am happiest to see and be with my Lord.