Saturday, March 26, 2016


Could it be when we walk slowly in the dark 
That we have reached the end of our joiurney
When there is no more sand 
No more new words to hear just another way
When there is but surrender as the senses are so estranged...... their yearning is but an abanished desire-

Oh lent has taken me into a desert but I have crusified nothing -i am too weak- lord I pray for mercy- not sacrifice- for I pray in love, thru love and with love oh beloved in me...‎
Could it be where the beach stops and both moonlight can disappear and sunrise awaken in the same moment that
One can fall to their knees and say
It is always this way
     What more is there
     Why is there anything but this
     What is needed the wind is blowing in as love
"Song of solomon "hr brought me to his banqueting house, and his banner over me was love"

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