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.