Sanctuary

Sanctuary
To my daughter,
Tiphanie Dawnette.

Crawl into my sanctuary,
and leave this world behind.
Open your heart and let me in,
then close the door of your mind.
Wrap yourself in my blanket,
as dark as the ocean’s deep.
Your tears gently sparkle,
like diamonds while you weep.
I will hold you tightly,
protect you from all that is wrong.
And when you long for comfort,
I will bring you a Phoenix’s song.
Don’t cry my flightless Angel,
your Halo still shines so bright.
Together we will find your wings,
and soon you will be in flight.
So to night, please be peaceful,
I know you are feeling weary.
So rest, wrapped up in my blanket,
inside my sanctuary.
Tiphanie:
I love you more today,
more than I did yesterday.
And I will love you even more tomorrow!
©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002 | International ©2003

Parker Solar Probe A Successful Launch.. 

Parker Solar Probe Launch A Success! 

Today August 21st, 2018 at approximately 3:31a EST, this morning, the Parker Solar Probe launched for the sun’s atmosphere. The second mission of its kind going to the sun’s corona to analyze the atmosphere. In 12 weeks it will be to the sun’s corona where the satellite starts it’s a seven-year mission to collect data of its atmosphere. In six weeks it will cruise past Venus, the no turning point in its mission.

Parker Solar Probe will travel at speeds to over 430,000 miles per hour and make 24 laps around the sun from a distance of 3.83 million miles away. This would be the corona of our sun, analyzing its atmosphere, and sending this data back to NASA. It’s the fastest satellite ever to be built by man and the closest we have ever come to the sun. Last time we sent a probe to the sun was in 1976 coming to a distance of 27 million miles away. The distance from the earth to the sun is an astonishing 93 million miles.

This mission, if it survives it’s blistering heat conditions, a staggering 3-4 million degrees Fahrenheit at the sun’s surface, (up to 27 million degrees Fahrenheit at its core), and at 3.83 million miles away, temperature’s of over 2,500° Fahrenheit will go down in history! The satellite has a heat shield of 4.5 inches thick, protecting it and it’s instruments from the blistering temperatures of 2,500° if not hotter and higher.

An hour after launch at 4:31a, it separated from its thrust rocket’s and is now embarked on its seven-year journey. Congratulations to a successful launch NASA, John Hopkins University and to Dr. Eugene Parker, 91, and everyone that played part in a job well done on a fantastic journey to understand the majestic Star of our solar system and galaxy.

Parker Solar Probe is the first of it’s kind to be named after a person which is Dr. Eugene Parker, 91 and the man that initiated this project and mission.

Written by William Darnell Sr

Aug, 21st, 2018 5:32a EST.

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Every Day A Harvest

Every Day A Harvest

Every day a harvest,

every man, every woman, every child.

Looking back harvesting,

the trail of daylight for laughter,

brought from life.

The successes,

bring you joy,

happiness.

Stay away from the corners of despair,

for sometimes they can shame you.

The disappointments,

for they may only burden you.

Every day a harvest,

every man, every woman, every child.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2002

Me, A Servant

Me, A Servant

My what an honor today,

that I serve Jesus.

To take His loving hand,

please show me the way.

He opened my eyes,

allowed me to see.

He blew life in my lungs,

He brought me to breathe.

It was in nick of time,

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You took me from that storm,

that thrashed me away.

You brought Peace in me now,

I’ll never live without.

Your my center of my world,

I’ll give it a shout..

I have more Love for You,

that one person can give.

My what a pleasure it is,

that You live within.

I was foolish in the first place,

not to be with You.

I love You more today Lord,

more than I did yesterday too.

©2019 | Creative Essence Creative Writing ™| William P Darnell Sr | All Rights Reserved |The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2017

Behold, a King

Behold, a King

It was as foretold in folklore,

the, “Greatest Story Ever Told”

Behold, a “light” that shines,

on the “One,” in the manger.

Displayed in a arua of “Peace.”

bonded to the roots of “Love.”

That the “child” that was born,

to a mother, that is adorned.

Became as foretold in folklore,

the “Greatest Story Ever Told.”

The “child” in that manger,

His Greatest quest,

has not yet.

The burdens of such a King,

taken upon Himself.

That He has so chosen,

to pay for our sin.

Well, He done it,

He paid it out of “Love.”

For that’s a true King,

know?

He gave His Life,

He gave it out of “Love.”

My Teacher… Life’s Memory

My Teacher… Life’s Memory

Mrs. Sandy Keichle

Being life to me….

life being to see….

A memory,

my teacher.

Can you see,

she believed in me.

A shadow passed,

now standing there.

Marking place being,

once being of life….

It’s true!

My teacher,

a memory,

that believed in me,

me for all things being,

she only to see in me…

Life being to see…

being life to me…

My, What a memory,

held in our hearts,

bonded from their start.

My Teacher…

A memory…

the fondest her being,

a memory,

my teacher.

Being life to me,

life being to see…..

Life being in me….

©2019 | William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved | Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2017

His Heavenly Land

His Heavenly Land

For human was born unto this world,

as He so chose to be.

This God of ours, now Jesus Christ,

is great Blessed love to see.

We build our homes and decorate too,

for us all to be.

The very ground you sit upon,

belongs to Him, not you or me.

As the wind blows softly,

through the leaves of trees.

The flower’s dance

mirthful in their beds.

The harvest of the field grow by day,

while the wind blows through their pads.

Seeing the harmony of the nature grows,

Mother land plays in this part.

Thus we see that God had made,

this great world we live apart.

©2019 |William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |Creative Essence Creative Writing™ | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2004

Ole’ Angel of Mine

​Ole’ Angel Of Mine


To my dear friend,

Robin Hookie

May you R.I.P



I asked God to send me a miracle,

I felt your presence.


I asked God to touch my heart,

you smiled.


I asked God to send me a friend,

I got an Angel.


When I thanked God for sending me a miracle,

I was overwhelmed by your presence.


When I thanked God that He had

touched my heart,

you came over and stood beside me. 


When I thanked God for sending me a friend, 

and an angel appeared.


You turned and looked at me,

smiled and said hello.


Thank you Angel for being there!!


©2018 | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™| William P. Darnell Sr.| All Rights Reserved | The moral right of the author has been asserted | Year Posted 2001