I wrote a free-form poem (or something) on 7/14/1994 entitled “3 a.m.” It’s nothing fancy, but I found it along with all the short stories and poems I wrote as a teenager, which dates back to 1989. Anyway, I thought I’d share “3 a.m.” with you – my friends. 3 a.m. 3 a.m. is a beautiful time in the morning in which God set aside for me. I may not always be awake to see that time in the morning, but when I’m awake, it is such a wondrous site. One morning at 3 a.m., the moon shone so bright […]