Original Poetry and Stories

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still water. He restoreth my soul: he leateth in the pathes of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table befor eme in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of hte LORD forever. PSALM 23 I am a driven individual in my own right, not understanding quite what others think to be important. Grasping at the world around me wondering what cares people place within their hand, only to see them lay before the tracks of life any blame to feel gratitude about themselves. Ideally life should be filled with LOVE, destined this will be fulfilled. I see the world around me living only to hold responsible the next person for their failures, steadily loosing a hope the blind are able to see so easily. For a life I believe is filled with joyful confident expectations (Hope), steadily I will move forward with an altruistic diligence set before me forever relying on God (FROG). I can only continue moving forward, knowing I am blessed beyond measure and understanding my own failures can and will lead me down paths I wish not to walk. Knowing quite confidently that He is their always, either behind to nudge me, or in front lead the way, most of times it is the latter. Escape is sometimes the greatest need in my life, to feel free, whether sitting in the mountains listening to the wilderness or submerged in a pool of water to hear only the nothingness. In so many cases, the scurrying ideas run rampant through my mind anyways, leaving me filled with thoughts to painful to release. What a life? Will it end with the ideas grown within my head fulfilled? Oh, so doubt speaks… so often… counterproductive thoughts to the positive. With life granted and death defeated, what lies next when our book is closed?