Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time. Grace is the absence of everything that indicates pain or difficulty, hesitation or incongruity. Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger….
Hey there it’s me again… your daughter. You’ve been on my mind a lot lately. I can’t help but feel you near. When I’m sad I can hear you wisper “every thing is going to be okay” in my ear. When I’m happy I hear you cheering me on. Thank you Father. You…
I can’t help but write at times like these… times when my mind is flowing with ideas… flowing so fluently that I cannot rest my eyes. For when I try my thoughts turn into visions… each little movie screen dances across my closed lids. I watch the clock… Tick Tock Tick Tock…it continues to spin…