I’m sitting listening to the fires burn. I’m sitting in the sand hearing the sea churn. I think I’m alone but i know He’s with me. I think I am blind but He makes me see. Still I’m in a pool of loneliness. I all I can think of is your caress. I turn inside and view my choices. I hear the chorus of voices. Each telling me what to do. But like gulls overhead they fade away when I think of you. Then I see God’s face I know I’m in a state of grace. No matter what may happen I know you will be there too And the harmony will also wash over you. The fires will burn inside. And love and God will be our guide. Peace at last. All is past.
Dreams, Experiences, Poetry, etc., by Austin Shelton. This is my diary and gets a little rough at times. It has a lot of private musings but because these reflect my mind and experiences they are included nevertheless.