Oh Dark Clouds, Usher A Healing Rain

Does the sound of the rain dropping on the roof bring music to my ear?
or does it remind me of the storm and the mud it once brought to my heart?

Devil's Lair

my idle mind.
a venue for contemplating murder
and harboring hatred.
but i can not let the devil stay there rent free.
my mind is way too precious for a slob.

The Wind Blew On It And It Is Gone

it was like waiting for a delayed flight
only to find out later
that it was never booked in the first place.

Ponder

I tried to live for others
and sometimes I succeeded.
I searched for God's countenance
in the faces of those around me.
If there were days I did not see Him
it must have been because
I looked the other way.