days

Minutes turn into hours_that add up to days_amounting to weeks_that become _months_melting into yearsaccumulating for decadesto pile up for centuriesand ultimately form minutes again__ust on a grander, divine scale.

This day is the most recent set of events to define you. Every day changes your life. Every last one.

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

There is no good day or bad day, only good or bad actions.

I can promise you this: If you really, sincerely, genuinely want God back, He hasn't moved. He's still there, just like always, ready to bear-hug you again, just like in the old days.

I was born on a Thursday, hence the name. My brother was born on a Monday and they called him Anton--go figure. My mother was called Wednesday, but was born on a Sunday--I don't know why--and my father had no name at all--his identity and existence had been scrubbed by the ChronoGuard after he went rogue. To all intents and purposes he didn't exist at all. It didn't matter. He was always Dad to me...

Those minute seconds, flip minutes into hours; hours turn into days, weeks, years, and all these happen in a fraction of a life; placed meagerly, amid this endless Universe.

Not only did he unleash his emotions through rivers of tears, but for several days he denied his body food so he could pray and seek the God of heaven.

We get along like a house on fire these days.

The best days in the life of any person are the days of joy

That beautiful day passed just as the saddest ones do, since the most radiant of days has a tomorrow.

Days that lift us like a wave, when you feel you could live forever.