Winds of Change...

"A task, a journey, this is to what I am called.

Always restless as flows the Celtic blood,

Always seeking that which I am to do.

Never sure of where the wind will blow,

Always knowing with You I will go.

My journey is my own,

Yet another You have sent,

For me to journey with.

Two restless Celtic souls,

With stories to be told.

Father, You and You alone,
Know what these journeys hold,
And what the journey-task it is,
So to you I cling, in these darkened days.
As I travel on Thy path."

© 2007 MMH/MMN

Robby is to be more than just a friend... 
I think I have found the one...
at last!


~ Morria

Where is Home?

I am home yet not.  Strange how one can live house for almost 18 years, and in a short time though still you dwell there in, it is no longer home.  I love my room, but I know soon this ne're again will be my home.

How I long for the open road... a journey... an adventure.  Even a short bike ride would be a blessing right now.  To feel the wind in my hair, and see the cares of the day slip away from me... to have that freedom... if even for a few moments... blissfulness!

~ Morria