9:03 a.m. - Sunday, Apr. 18, 2004
Unkind words gloss murkily over...glazed with ash, with smokey gray
I've been away...too long..too hard to stay
You joined the chorus
You joined the throng
You sang their dirges..You sang their songs
Then again....returned to wipe the glass
Now streaked, now veiled
Will love prevail? Perhaps..
Or has time..
A daughter's flame
. . . If heaven is interconnectedness, spiritually, emotionally, metaphysically and hell is separation, spiritually, emotionally, metaphysically then my bliss is to be found with you dear friends.