~Mark Schutter ©2014
My reflection, softly floats on the surface of mirrored glass, staring back at me. It only takes, a…
Just a soft touch, of a gentle hand. A moment in life, where time stands. Believing in fairy…
Remembering an old friend who died many years ago in the spring 1997 at the old age of…
Hope, is no small thing. The sun spreads its warmth and light on everyone, the good and bad….
“To live is Christ, to die is gainâ€, what? How is that? Death takes me further away from…
So death where is your supposed sting? Don’t you see, you ain’t no big thing. You were defeated…
