PastorTimothy

I am a servant, I have no free will, I live to serve because unless I serve I have no purpose. My life lacks it's own will, I may think and choose but it is only to serve others because that is how I am without people to need me I am no one for helping others is my identity, it is what defines me. Without a life of service my life is gone, no job, no goals, and no religion. I was raised to help others and expect nothing in return and that is what I do. When I se myself do these things I know it is right and that is why I must do it but at the same time there are some tasks that are just too hard to do alone, but alone I stand because chivalry

Prolog There was fire everywhere, engulfing everything in it’s reach. Leaping across roof tops, scorching my skin.  Screaming everywhere, cries of pain and desperation filled the air.  All is consumed by the fire. Intro As the sun rises over the tree line the elves of Ashwood start their day of work and play, The Baker already taking bread out of the furnace, the smell of freshly baked bread spreading throughout the quaint little village.  Ashwood has many small stores and workshops, where the inhabitants live out a peaceful life.  There is only one reason why the village of Ashwood’s existence.  Arvel.  Arvel is one of the fine

I don't know what to do, I feel lost and alone, it is so dark inside, I found a path a while ago, but I cant find it any more, I saw it because there was a light but now the light is gone, I don't know where it went. l am confused and don't know if I should take a step forward, or back up.  I just know that something was there but now it is gone, swallowed in the void of darkness, I am lost here.  The path I have chosen to take has crumbled away, I follow what I can but there are pitfalls and holes that I fall into, I am in one now, alone and afraid, but I see the way out above me, the only reason I don't climb out is because I feel too weak

           We the people who have the right to do something and yet do naught,     We the people of hypocrites who stand against something in words but not in actions,         We the people who complain about the world around us but do not fix it,           We the people of laziness who lay about and have others work for us,           We the people who sow corruption and reap chaos expecting perfection,            We the people of wastefulness spitting in the faces of the thrifty,               We the people who destroy the weak and uplift the strong,         We the people of a nation that once stood for freedom but now breeds hate,  

When I feel alone I am not alive, when I am not alive I am dead, when I am dead I cannot feel, and when I cannot feel I find my self.  I find myself in the recesses of my soul, being bombarded by the attacks from those who would like to see me fall.  To fall into the darkness of the world that surrounds us.  How I have survived thus far I do not know but what I do is that the loneliness is painful and is a weight that should not be bared for long.  If you find your self without someone to help you lift that weight off your shoulders then you will be crushed. Crushed by the pain that no one will help you, that no one cares about you and your p

My Heart yearns to tell her what she already knows.  And yet I cannot for if I do I may burn the bridge that I have made, spanning the gap between our lives. And yet at the same time there is another who is destroying the bridge.  And with every move I make it seems as if the other takes another cut at the rope with his knife attempting to sever the bond I have made. And all I see are the choices I can make and yet with these choices I see the aftermath of my choice in which I all ways see the same result. The burning of the bridge and the success of the other who wishes me gone.  And yet I stay and fight on for if I don't I fear that she wil

The one I wish to hold dear I cannot for she is held by another. The one I wish to kiss I cannot for she is kissed by another. The one I wish to touch I cannot for she is touched by another. For her I live, for her I breath, for she is why I care. And yet I cannot for she is not mine, I cannot treat her the way she should be treated for she is his. He the one who took her from me. He the one who took advantage of her, he who destroyed what I had worked so hard to repair. He swooped in and took her from me, took my creation and destroyed it leaving her broken again in his wake. Then came another, he who was taking pieces that I had put back in

You awake to find yourself standing in a clearing, trees surrounding you at every turn. There is silence all around, no birdsong, no breeze moving through the trees.  Then you hear the faint sound of singing before you.  You look to see who is before you and you see her standing there.  Her eyes are blue and distant, gazing at you and yet not seeing you there before her.  Her brown hair cascades down her shoulders, resting there.  Then suddenly the air comes alive with the sound of birds singing in the trees, the air brushing past the trees, caressing the leaves as they rustle at the touch of the breeze.  She finally notices you at the other

What I am about to give you is not a physical thing, it is not tangible, unable to be touched, felt, or seen. What I am giving you is inexhaustible, unable to be bent or broken.  It may not be able to be seen but it is always there, ever preset, always comforting.  What I am giving you is love, but not just any love, not "love in a bottle" or false love, but lobe from the heart.  I will always be there for you, you may push away sometimes, and others you may hold me close, but whatever the circumstances I will always be there for you, weather you want me or not.                                   -PastorTimothy