Waking in the early dawn, awaiting the possibilities to be. Having faith that what will come is that which I will need. Though of no fortune, nor of upper class. I've given my life to faith and know that I've been blessed. In the early hours of day, their is a serene peace. Brought by the morning sun, and the simple creatures still asleep. Please allow me the joy of this coming day. For only through your watchful gaze, Am I able to wake and pray.   It has been awhile since I’ve attempted any type of writing and I hope to change that.  I know it’s a tad rough but with practice the natural art of polishing words will continue to grow within me. … Read entire article »