Higher Ground

I use these stories as stepping stones.
That is, they represent writers' blocks that I use to build with.



It's my time to move on up to the front.


"I'm going to a better place!," I announced, shaking my finger with vengeance; not with a kind heart.

Why must a satisfied mind be in turmoil?
To be satisfied again.


You see the shapes of things, all within your reach.
Your mind can achieve.
Your heart can believe.

Now that you've sacrificed, and paid the price.
For a better way to improve your life today.

You've finally reached the light. Time again to reinvent what's wrong and right.

We expand and contract.
We advise and contradict.
It's another rung; closer to the promise land.

The rung on the ladder.
This ladder that I climb.
The ladder of my life.
To take me to the state of redemption in His glorious kingdom.



I arrive within a mixture of light and shadow.
A surrealistic hue of existence.

I am your man-child; your servant.
Who took hold, and became your master.


Now, I'm ready to become greater than thyself.


The power and the glory, forever, and ever.




The angel smiled at me.





"My God," I said, "It's really hot in here."