August 2, 2016
Old flame is new flame. A theme from a dream. I was thinking of all the poem ideas I could possibly get in my mind. My heart is restless until it rests in you, Lord, and I will use this as a way to get closer to you because it's you my heart wants. There is nobody and no one and nothing else. I may think there is, but I am sadly mistaken. The thunderstorms reveal these things to me. I see flashes of lightning penetrating the darkness and the clouds, speeding down to earth to light up my world.