I stand at the corridors of eternity, beholding the sons of men marching on in their great numbers. I stand at the threshold of time, observing as men go about
Fulfilled Life
Most of us indulge in things for which there is little or no value simply because of the way we feel at the time. The fact that we are in
Meditations
Wise men came from the east to worship Jesus. They had seen his star, that it shone brightly. They had not seen any star so magnificent as this star was.
Poems
Sitting lonely in the old valley,Upon the broken fence of time;While at the dead smile of the past,My cold eyes stare. What is left of a memory shattered to pick,If reality