Born in Sloten the smallest of the friesian eleven cities, i often wondered of life and eventually tried to capture that amazment into words.
The beauty of a rose
only lasts a while.
However beauty itself
lives on in remembrance
...
O you human angel,
If only you knew how one look and smile from you
Could enlighten the world, you would never doubt your
angelhood again. But it seems you´re wings
...
Do not curse the darkness,
but instead be greatfull
like a tiny seed cherished
by the dark earth.
...
We will continue to live in a world of hurt,
for as long as we insist on hurting those
that have caused hurt.
Harm is going to come our way,
...
God is everywhere
in each and everyone of us.
And the beating of the heart,
is his sound voice.
...