Yearly Archives: 2008

Remember

Remem­ber, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Some­times the heart gets heavy The eyes look down The val­ley of deep shad­ows approaches quickly. Yet, along the way, even in the twi­light Lit­tle reminders, blos­soms of hope, cross our path. That no mat­ter where we are No mat­ter how lost, alone and left for good we feel

The tongue is a fire

The tongue is a fire, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. “5 Like­wise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Con­sider what a great for­est is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the

Lost and found

Lost and found, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Some­times we’re adrift, lost at sea Thrown hither and tither from wave to wave. Float­ing atop, barely at times. Afraid of sink­ing to ocean’s bot­tom so deep. Then, sud­denly, just as all hope seems lost A dis­tant shore emerges on the hori­zon, A gen­tle breeze bring­ing us

Radiant colors shining brightly

Radi­ant col­ors shin­ing brightly, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Sun­shine illu­mi­nat­ing gar­dens Radian col­ors shin­ing brightly Enchant­ing the eye of the beholder © Thorsten Becker

Come fly with me

Come fly with me, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. We tend to notice all the big things in the world But the lit­tle things often slip our mind. What if we could climb the back of a but­ter­fly, so kind, Rest between silken wings, spread out, unfurled? What if all the things that are oh

Pick a flower, admire its beauty

Pick a flower, admire its beauty, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Pick a flower, admire its beauty Such is our delight­ful duty. Though do not break its del­i­cate essence But rather be taken by its enchant­ing dance. As its twirling between your fin­gers Become enveloped by its mys­ti­cal per­fume that lingers. Non­cha­lant its charm it

Say friend, do your dreams reign supreme?

Speak friend, do your dreams reign supreme?, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. With­ered grass, rusted, rustling with every step. Crick­ets chirp­ing, grasshop­pers jump­ing. Warm thick air, sounds trav­el­ing slowly. A breeze laden with aro­mas of heath, cypress and spices, Car­ry­ing bird songs forth from the brush, flut­ters in the shrubs. Azure blue sky like an