Stress Kills

Life and Death

Death walks along his river of souls, sickle at the ready;

Reaping the blades of life that creep onto his territory.

He sneaked a glance at Life, who glowed in divine splendor

"Such power hath Life!" mused Death...

Harsh was he with some and with others so tender.

In all eternity their eyes had seldom met,

But when they did...

An unspoken promise and an unseen balance was kept.

As Life his gaze did lower...

Knew his seeds that blossomed, one day shall Death take over,

And these seeds will their wondrous Life forget,

Only to remember him when 'tis their time to meet Death...

All up in smoke

Jesus The Man

A Simple Dream

If you can't make out right away, it's a man getting his picture taken, where he has to look through a hole cut out of cardboard...

Everyone has a simple dream like the jester in the picture who wants to be king.

Mine is to be remembered for my art.

Nothing Out Of the Ordinary

A Safe Haven