Touch
By: Keith (Donyel)

I had to take a moment out away from my stress to address the fact that I am blessed. That is just some mess that I have to get up off my chest. Because GOD took a moment to show me that he loved me so much, by giving me the gift that allows me to touch. That allows me to say what is rattling in my mind and some how reach a spirit that is falling, and help it to climb. To expose a piece of what may have been missing at the time, or to ignite a thought process that allows them to realize that all is fine. It takes a lot to write what I believe needs to be said, so I sit up late in front of my computer and write off the top of my head. Not knowing what direction I should be headed in, I just throw my grain of knowledge up in the air and let it drift in the wind. Gaining mental support from those who I find time in which to conversate, who help me find and orchestrate through discussion and debate. Like Heddie, Maurice and Dawn....Cindy, my brother and Michael G keep my spirit warm. I don't really know for at times it arrives so abrupt, the energy that enters within me that allows me to touch. Giving my tithes through the words I teach, as ten percent of my talent across the internet streaks! I sometimes feel like I am a freak and that no one is paying attention to me. Not one sign that my words are being felt, and I question the hand that I seem to be dealt. Then out of the blue the phone rings or a email arrives and announces to me that my words are still alive. Thank God for I was losing my faith, and now I can sit down and write another day, because God has shown me he believes that I have something to say! Even when I get beside myself and forget to pray, even when I am immersed waist deep in sin, and just last week when my beliefs began to bend. Faith is damn near the size of a mustard seed, and just one of them to plant is all we need. Yet and still its hard for me to believe I am loved this much, and that I was given the gift that allows me to touch!