Hopeful Stories

I am my Creator’s creation; my Designer’s design Like a piece of art drawn by an artist’s hand, I have a destiny. A predetermined fate set by the hand of my Maker. A set date of birth, and a set date of death. Who are you to tell me how to live?   I have a body with four limbs, two lungs and one beating heart, That beats like a bomb that ticks. I only have one life so I guard it with every breath, So that I can live my li...

I stand in the dark, cold, still night, watching, waiting, listening hidden from view. A soft breeze blows, carrying the voices and laughter of people walking by my hidden refuge. Little do they know I am here every night protected and warm. The vent of steam from the laundry floods my area. I create a fresh hovel every night. The cardboard and packing material make a protective place that is comfortable, warm and quiet....