a place exists within this sphere
a place quite minute, yet severe
where sea meets sky and both converse
in languages of rhyme and verse

where whispers taunt the soul to try
to sail against an azure sky,
and sailing there, attempt to find
the soul and mien of Gods own mind.

yet not so boldly would one dare
to venture out against the air 
of that so great a space so vast
containing secrets of the past-

so threatening a place that God
felt safe to hide his golden rod
that with a flash created dawn
from whence descended every pawn.

yet if a daring souls should still
be fool enough to chance the will
of his creator while he seek
the treasure of infinite,

the fool will find what all before
have found when venturing out that shore, 
the key to Gods eternity
cannot be found by you or me.

Travis Shillington

13 July 2008

a compilation of photos i took in great britain

my new adobe software is finally being utilized. 

the above is a picture i took and messed around

with on photoshop.

to my mother...

A mother holds her infant son,
And dreams of what he might become,
Content to, with her finger, trace
The lines and features of his face.

And as he grows, through window panes
She watches him, and call his name
Softly to herself and sees
All the things that he might be.

Every task that she performed,
All the sacrifice--and more,
Thinking no one knew she'd done
Still he knew of every one.

Every one he still recalled
And wondered at the joy in all
The time she spent to show him what
It means to know that you are loved.

And when he feels he's let her down
It pains him to remember how
She gently rocked his form to sleep,
Content to dream of who he'd be.

So moments when they disagree
Fly away so fleetingly,
And every day builds strong the love
For a Mother from above.

Travis Shillington
11 May 2008