The rolling sound of a good hymn badly sung is particularly evocative.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
I was going to die, sooner or later, whether or not I had even spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you.... What are the words you do not yet have? What are...
A Writer is Actor, Creator, Director & Producer Of HIS Life. Ask ME anything.
Self-talk reflects your innermost feelings.
Eschew evil and it`s machinations.
My intellect is so limited, Lord, that I can only trust in You to preserve me as I should be.
Remember, care is a dimension of love, but simply giving care does not mean we are loving.
If you believe what you like in the Gospel, and reject what you don't like, it is not the Gospel you believe, but yourself.
You can't always expect people to apply your wisdom when they didn't use wisdom before they found themselves knee deep in their version of justice.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...