See me
Waiting in the rain
Standing for you
But you don't

See me
Pouring my heart out for you
And you don't

See me!
And my emotions overcome!
And my eyes fill with love,
And true eternal happiness!
Why don't you see me?

Some people misunderstand certain "sheltered" homeschoolers ideas on dating. And there are also a lot of other homeschoolers who don't get the idea either.

Dating: We don't think it is a sin. It's a common misconception that many people hold on to.

What is morally objectionable for one person is morally objectionable for all. Subjective (or relative) morality is an error that was condemned by the Church a long time ago. Were it not so, then murder, rape, abortion, stealing, etc... would be sometimes morally permissible and some times not (depending upon the person). This of course is false.

The only room for an exception here is if a person (through ignorance) fails to see a problem with something that is objectively wrong due to an immature conscience which is not fully formed in the Catholic faith.

A white bundle of fur behind those big brown eyes
A black nose and pink tongue that pleases when one cries
A big paw that taps your lap when you sit
A wagging tail, twitching ears, excited barks and a sweet lick

Wanting nothing but love and care and kisses and hugs,
My good and loyal friend, Falkor, the best, best, pup.
I say “dance”, but instead he rolls upon the floor
I say “beg”, but he sits and gives one paw.

I can’t fit it all in one poem,
How much I love you,
There are just too many words to say,
How about if I speak one each day?
That way it will fill up the year
To tell you, you are so dear.

Not all understand what a mother is,
What they’re meant for and what they give.
Some just don’t get how special they really are,
Or the good they do when they are near or far.

But I know my mother is meant to cry,
She is meant to sob when waving goodbye.
I know my mother is meant to smile,
When remembering a funny time as a child.

I know my mother is meant to shed tears,
When I shed mine on all my fears.
I know my mother is meant to comfort me,
Saying “All will be okay, my Lady T”.

Why'd it have to happen?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd this happen to me?
Heaven only knows.

Why'd the sparks fly?
Why'd the sweat fall?
Why'd we get the call?
Heaven only knows.

Heaven only knows
why we feel this pain.
Heaven only knows
when you'll be whole again.

And heaven only knows
when we'll all bounce back.

With love and dedication to my brother:
Derek, You amaze me more and more each day.

“Aye, it will be a bad day for anyone who dares to set out today.” The scruffy seaman squinted out to sea, looking at the bright sunrise.
Moira stopped by the edge of the footpath, tilting her head to one side in puzzlement. Then she realized what the sailor meant...the sun was rising red, coloring the waves the color of blood. She remembered the poem she’d been taught since the cradle.
Red sky at night
Sailor’s delight
Red sky in morning
Sailors take warning

Throughout history, humans have been fascinated by the fantastic. Miracles, heroes, and tales of magic all draw crowds of people, clamoring for an escape from the mundane reality of their everyday existences. Prior to this current age of technology in which distracting entertainment is available at the flick of a switch or the click of a button, these unsatisfied hearts turned to books to take them outside of themselves, to catch them up in a world outside their own.

As I sat
just waiting,
I saw my
mother pacing.

As I sat
just waiting,
Cereal became
unappetizing.

As I walked
upstairs,
my hands began to shake,
my heart began to pace,
and tears were rolling down my face.

As I sat
just waiting,
starring
into the abyss.

As I sat
just waiting,
I wondered what I had missed.

And from then on
it was a blur,
and I always wondered
how you were.

And while I wondered,
I just sat there,
waiting.