Andrew Joseph Smith (26/5/1982 / Bendigo, Australia)

If life is a stage
And we, the players
Then why do we neglect to practice
To set aside the time to learn
To put to use the skills we have
To further Life

Then what is life
A monotony
Perhaps desire for the next big fix
To procreate without end?
In fact, Real Life is none of these
It’s so much more

Like a lightening strike
Like the cold of ice
On a dark and humid summer night
A Life in Christ, a life of Love
Love for all people and for life’s source
A Love of Christ