We just are
W hat sets our feet upon the road of endless search, through hills and valleys, roaming eyes looking for vague births and undefined beginnings. What great things do we think are there and not amidst the hush of silence. For we are blinded by the colors of the mind, by the fragrance of some lost dream or hope unfinished, What will it look like, that love we think is there? Will he stand waiting with radiant eyes hands outstretched in welcome bestowing all with gifts of answers and final rest?... Sign in to see full entry.