Violence will not be heard again in your land, nor devastation or destruction within your borders; But you will call your walls salvation, and your gates praise.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Tomorrow, I begin again to offer what I have, what's been given me and what I can't keep. But why does it always have to run this path of anxiety? The shortness of breath reminds me that I do not supply the air. The images freeze-framed remind me I do not supply the vision. The memory at a loss makes me rely on another Word. Only one note in a long melody.