The ways of the lost

This Story revolves around an island off the coast of Maine, a fishing town with two distinct classes: the business people and the working fishermen. A six-year-old boy and his grandfather lived there; his parents were part of the upper class. The grandfather had fifty years of experience catching, selling, and ocean boating. A few times a week, the grandson would run by his shop down the hill from his school to see what he was up to. Usually, it would be hearing of his great catch or the challenging waters he would navigate. As years passed, the boy often showed his grandfather that his parents gave him the newest gadgets, phones, tablets, and tech. He would listen with a smirk and an all-too-familiar twinkle in his eye, eager to hear what his grandson was excited about. The grandfather was known for his craftiness and stubborn ways of doing things his way. He would...

Rebel Against the Machines

It started with a note of honor, It started with a note of honor, a note of beautiful perfection, and a note that some said came from heaven. This note sounded so clean and pure. Even though it was a single note, it was uniquely crafted to speak to the ears and eyes of those who witnessed it. It spoke of the human and spiritual argument of praise without ending. When people heard it, whenever the composer played it, it healed, it cured, and it spoke with authority. So many nations were touched by this note; it reminded them to lead in peace, govern rightly, and defend the defenseless. Many praised the writer of this note, paying homage, following, and dropping whatever they were doing to listen, even if it was played in a distant land. People often heard of what this note could do and were soon busy trying to replicate, repeat, and recreate what...

Edens Bridge On my side

I heard you work for good of those who love you.  I heard you work for good of those you call.  I heard the ones you called you have predestined. To be conformed to the likeness of your son. And those that you have called. You will justify. I heard if you call us as we are conquerors. With you beside us no one else can stand. I heard that none can separate us from your love. For raised to life is Jesus, Him who dies. You came and rescued me. Your love delivered me.  You are my sanity My own reality  You're where I long to be My love for everything. You came and rescued me Your love delivered . You gave me everything  And I will ever sing. You are my sanity my own reality. You're where I'm meant to be, My love everything. ...

Edens Bridge The winter Sings

From urgent growth to rest and to repose It is the way of all things That the sap that lifts The leaves into the light will see them fly Although the Spring's in sight And lifts your tired heart to flight The moment comes, you might Want to listen… For the Winter sings a different song When light takes on new meaning And the Winter sings a different song Of a small child and beginnings It is the way of all men To make activity The goal of every waking moment It is the way of all men To look inside To find the answers only hearts can hide Yet urgency won't show The source of all you need to grow And Summer light won't help you know All the answers… For the Winter sings… ...

Son of the Seasons Edens Bridge

Hail to thee, thou sun of the seasons, thou traversest the skies above. The herbs are strung on the roots of heaven,  The stone and gilder of gold.  Each root and veil and heel and meadow  Are illumined by your gentle gaze  and the crest of waves and of embers reflect thine  endless tears It is the way of all things That the cycle flows ...