Her tears were as molten glass falling from her sun kissed face.

He calls to her with the quiet whisperings of His love;

like the rising, opal moon...
like the evergreen sapling...
like the amber sunlight at the breaking of a new day
is My love for you— it will always be.

Daddy, sing me to sleep.

1321

hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.

a thick atmosphere.

do you ever go into a room and get the strong and overwhelming sense that you are not alone? You enter a room and can't help but glance over your shoulder and into the corners of the room to ensure yourself that your subconscious mind is not picking up a presence that you should acknowledge...