My mind used to be plenty full of ideas, but it is just empty now.
"IS this the end?" I wonder closing a chapter in my life. Elsewhere
has captured my undivided attention. The church is dying and yet
the doors remain open in preparation to receive Jesus. Anxious, I sit on
the edge of my chair. "IS this the end?" I wonder watching demons
set the world's stage on fire. Love takes wing, my peers cling onto me
very hard. Wholeheartedly, I love my brothers and sisters in Christ
until we are gone with the wind.