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1:34 a.m. - 2004-05-27 For the second time, I watched the return of the King.So many of the themes expressed in those kind of fantasies have real roots in reality for me. Unknown journies, battles to be waged. Enemies to be faced. Friends to stand side by side with, when the end comes. I find it hard to sit still when i watch such things, the dreams of others filling My head with yearnings of another time. Another place. Some days, I feel I was born in the wrong age.... Watching the news, seeing men and women dying in far away lands. having given of themselves for a cause they willingly laid their life down for. They have died as heroes. My biggest fear is I will never see such glory, or honor in My life. I want My death to have meaning, and purpose. or to have lived such a life to make My death a sad event indeed. As I see it, I have a long way to go. And as I write this, lightening fills the sky, and rain falls. I must away to watch the splendor that is life. if you will excuse me....
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