Scarlet Robe Creations

I trespass, stepping over a line drawn in the sand. Some prophets of this day have spread their ideals like wind through the grains and the boundaries are less clear. Do I seek excuses, stepping barefoot into sand I should never feel? Is the experience worth the loss? I trespass into a world seemingly pleasant and then, I long for the simplicity I once held tightly in my heart. Father in heaven, be kind to me when I return, a wanderer, a prodigal. Hold not my debts against me and help my heart to forgive all that scars its flesh. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

At first I rose up out of the dust of creation, and I chose the thrill of temptation over the love of my creator. I chose to turn in the direction of my choice. To form my own meanings for my existence. I chose to eat the fruit of my desire, and by choice I left the house of creation. It was then, after the garden of my peace was a distant memory, as I watched the struggle of my offspring, to find their meaning, that I directed myself toward my father's home. I set off in search of his love only I'd forgotten who he was. I looked to the sun high in the sky, full of warmth and brightness, and mistook the caress of its light as love. But when I made my plea for deepening kinship the sun vanished into the clouds. When I asked it to protect me with its light it fell victim to the darkness.    Then I sought the solace of the moon. The strengthening hope in my fear of the night. The gentle spirit ...