Author:Peter Friedlander

The ways of the lost

This Story revolves around an island off the coast of Maine, a fishing town with two distinct classes: the business people and the working fishermen. A six-year-old boy and his grandfather lived there; his parents were part of the upper class. The grandfather had fifty years...

Rebel Against the Machines

It started with a note of honor, It started with a note of honor, a note of beautiful perfection, and a note that some said came from heaven. This note sounded so clean and pure. Even though it was a single note, it was uniquely crafted to...

Edens Bridge On my side

I heard you work for good of those who love you.  I heard you work for good of those you call.  I heard the ones you called you have predestined. To be conformed to the likeness of your son. And those that you have called. You will justify. I heard if...

Edens Bridge The winter Sings

From urgent growth to rest and to repose It is the way of all things That the sap that lifts The leaves into the light will see them fly Although the Spring's in sight And lifts your tired heart to flight The moment comes, you might Want to listen… For the Winter sings...

Son of the Seasons Edens Bridge

Hail to thee, thou sun of the seasons, thou traversest the skies above. The herbs are strung on the roots of heaven,  The stone and gilder of gold.  Each root and veil and heel and meadow  Are illumined by your gentle gaze  and the crest of waves and of embers...

Hindsight Memories

Look back and talk, invite yourself, not your current self, but someone that you may forgotten, invite your forgotten emotions to your table that you make. What would you say? After all these years, your old friend, knowing now of your journey, and your growth, your...

A Prayer for Marriage

Often as husbands and wives press towards unity, there are hidden traps that have been laid. Here's how you can cover your marriage under the Lord of Hosts. Lies:Luke 8:17 "For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not...

Out of the hands of self-betrayal

When are you calling it over, this addiction? The flight is real, the crave is real, the heart is real, the fight, freeze, or flight is real, the chemicals are real, the draw is real. Promises are near, hope is near, your will and courage are near,...

An Ireland Poem

In the north, there is a place winding in a castle of hills where the conversations of two friends become part of rivers. The voice of the rushing wind, blended within the trees of old, tells stories of a faithful peace that stretches across the land,...