Impermanence, Poetry
Does Time, as it passes, really destroy? It may rip the fortress from its rock; but can this heart, that belongs to God, be torn from Him by circumstances? Are we as fearfully fragile as Fate would have us believe? Can we ever be severed from childhood’s deep...
Poetry
“I would like to sing someone to sleep, to sit beside someone and be there. I would like to rock you and sing softly and go with you to and from sleep. I would like to be the one in the house who knew: The night was cold. And I would like to listen in and listen out...
