I should have gone to see you last Sunday.
I was so tired.
Simply Quiet, Wholly Divine
Golden light splashes across a sea of sparkling white.
Your glory flows up from the ground and pours down from the sky.
Simply quiet, wholly divine....
Words typed in an old cell phone note from my adolescence:
Curled up in my bed its an empty feeling where you once were.
When the darkness of my room overtakes me, your memory comes flooding back and I want to push it far away...