The Sun Is Coming Down

What A Dusty Answer Gets The Soul When Hot For Certainties In This Our Life!

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.

A Human Act Once Set In Motion Flows On Forever To The Great Account. Our Deathlessness Is In What We Do, Not In What We Are.

Earth Knows No Desolation. She Smells Regeneration In The Moist Breath Of Decay.

Faith Works Miracles. At Least It Allows Time For Them.