Just an interesting observation of one of my friends mind's, and how we choose to see the details and the big picture in varying scales. Comments requested!

You think I'm an object with no mind of my own, But since I met Him I've learned and I've grown, You think I'm a girl who is scared and alone, But I know that at last the way has been shown.

Through the winds I hear a voice that echoes softly in my mind the sound of the spirit calls me near On blackest nights On brightest days the voice calls strong beckoning calling

When He holds me I feel safe in His arms, When he is with me I feel cherished, When He needs me I feel special, When He takes me I feel loved.

A short poem I wrote, slightly adapted for this website. I'd be interested to see if you can spot what I've included in the stucture. Comments are not only welcomed, but requested!

is there anything worse than a dream dangled, tantalisingly in front of you - but never quite attainable ?

"...Just another well dressed monkey Carrying a wrench,..."