It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
Blank stares into dead space
Little worriers checking heart rates...
In the quiet of waiting, patience blooms,
A gentle strength that fills up empty rooms...
Here's a poem about being grateful for the life...
I haven't done much with my life...
I am new because of Jesus
Even though I can still get stuck...
How will I know if my lifes on hold
Days remain and yes it still rains...
In the shadows of the mind, it lurks unseen,
A silent storm, a ghostly scream...
Sliding down a dark and muddy terrain.
Nothing to grab as you scramble to gain control...
Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...
The Subtle Sounds Of Love
By David N. DOnihue...
About God
By David N. Donihue...
Suffering is what it's labled
For the rest of my life I'm going to remain...