The candle burned, it's light casting a soft glow across the golden floor. As words, the shadows crept into my soul. A ray, a promise, a flickering which was hushed too soon as mornings own light shone through a window of life. And what of truth. Is the false light that which is lit by the hand of man. Only to be surpassed by that given by an almighty God. Show me your stars, your moon, your sunlight. From these shadows, show me the way.
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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