To share in the goals of man we must first be a writer alive with eyes to see through our tears. Heart of hearts leads me past the still waters over the valley and out of the shadows of death, loved she more than loved her not…

Dare to stop and feel

Life burns bridges

She gives in

A truth held

Soul on a mantle

You are

And will be

Never a past just now

Tip the bottle

Last drop

Eyes fill

Died in wool

Saw her in the rose

Sword drawn

21 gun

I carried him and her one last time

God almighty why

Purpose hope

Love drained

Weaker than a new born babe

Son let the earth be more than a place to bury our dead