Sunday, February 22, 2009


I'm learning to face it: the sadness in the eye of a fourteen year old boy who has lost hope. I'm learning to admit that it is real, and acknowledge my own inability to make much of a dent in that sadness. But I feel this terrible responsibility.

Is it possible that I could be used nonetheless?


  1. Hopeless they cried,
    Their hearts denied,
    Because inside
    They were no longer human
    but pale dead things
    shadows of a ghost long gone
    from haunts of hamlet
    crooks of houses

  2. To be or not to be?
    The only problem is,
    he can't NOT be...
    and he doesn't realise
    the tragedy

    but perhaps I'm nearly
    ready to see
    the Hope that comes
    to those
    who chose
    and in Him
    were willing to be...