Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.
If I woke up one morning and realized that all I ever was going to be was a business man, I'd probably die. All my dreams would be shattered. Early in life I had many dreams. I dreamed of being a great basketball star. I dreamed of being a preacher. I dreamed of saving the world from war and racism. And I dreamed of being a great poet. Today, I dream only of writing.
Sometimes that which we fear strengthens our spirit and gives us a splash of hope.
Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
God steals my soul.
I feel the healing hands of God touch my heart and kiss my soul.