hopeful note


Close your eyes.
Stand right here..
Yes..at the edge
where Mountains end
and Waters rise.

Draw your blade
though it be of thought"
deed, forgivness, anger, distain.
Imagine You as it`s Mother.
Feel..
Would you cast it aside.

Mountains create Meadows.
Waters wash dust from the day...
We should not linger.
Here..take my hand.. Vincent


"Grace always pours from a closing wound"