What a joyful moment it was, That minute our eyes locked in destiny. How blessed were the events that made our paths cross.   Oh, how beautiful is our journey, yet unknown. Through love’s map, we cross life’s borders – Moving, sailing, one faith-filled step at a time. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Midnight at Camerhogne Park, stargazing under the vast Caribbean sky, warmed by the gentle night breeze. Days at BBC Beach, swimming in the crystal blue sea, to the sound of crashing waves. Evenings at Quarantine Point, watching the sun disappear into the horizon, the sky; a painted hue of orange and red. Mornings in your ...

In times of chaos, speak silence. In times of wrath, speak love. A peaceful answer turns anger away; and empathy always overrides judgement. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Can one imagine thedepths of a man’ssoul? Among anticipated crowdsof bleating sheepand raised voices, Eager to see the merchandiseeach pitiful trinket,worthless bauble Compared to treasuresthe Father storesawaiting them in Heaven. “Come one, come all,a cross necklace for five dollars,”the salesman cries out. A Bible scenario,envisioned beforemy eyes. “How about a WWJD bracelet?The finest way to ...

The long-suffering,foreboding Trojan cloud,that was openly waitingunder the Sun’s shining sling,stormily forewarnedthe unsuspecting crowd: “Hard rain shall destroy your ground,after the warlord’s unofficial kinghas been wrongfully crowned” Editor: Erynn Crittenden

The distance between my goals and now, I measure by the beads of sweat on my brows; The cold, early mornings and tired, late nights; And the reckless faith I put into every effort. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Crunching leaves, The smell of burning firewood, Spooky decorations painting the streets everywhere I go. The crisp-cool heart of autumn. Beach days turn into cozy evenings inside, Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, hot coffee in hand. They become movie nights with friends watching Halloween-themed classics while snacking on popcorn. Every introvert’s dream come true when ...

I pace, thinking about all the possibilities. The ticking clock teases me as her seconds pass, And each hour draws me closer to a reality Eagerly waiting to be revealed. I see signs that mean a million things, And a thousand “what ifs” flood my mind. But I don’t give in to the uncertain air. ...

Red brick and weathered stoneCreate the halls of my prison.The shadows speak in riddlesAnd sunlight is a dim memoryWithin these hallowed halls. Inmates pass like ghosts,Their discordant cries echoingIn the oppressive silenceThat settles onto my bonesLike steel chainsAnd keep me rootedIn my misery. I watch them go,Knowing that my destinyIs to follow themInto the unknown ...

paddling in time, tracing tranquility’s lines.  rowing upstream,  or flowing downstream– no matter.  time floats in no direction. time hears no commands. time flies in the sky. time is not a passenger. time neither says hello nor goodbye. time never dies.  Editor: Erynn Crittenden