From the book THE RHYTHM OF STILLNESS
A marvelous mystery the eternal embrace always there enfolding infusing
From the book THE RHYTHM OF STILLNESS
Take me as I am. Lead me on. Lead me on through the night of mystery into the morning song.
From the book THE RHYTHM OF STILLNESS
What would happen if I took my heavy insecurities and slashed them into pieces sewing them back together into a lightweight, carefree cardigan?
More and more and then some more is nothing more than more. More is rarely better. More is simply more.
I walk along the wooded path that leads to a sacred spot flooded with the past, drenched in the present, and spilling over into the future.
If the shadow is not seen when the light is shining half of what is shown goes missing.
The worshipers welcomed the stranger. Then hatred wearing a racist robe tore through the house of God.