My muse burns but yet the words are dammed. Weeping, my heart sings in joy, in sorrow, in love.

And so…like so many times before, I flee to previous writings and remember the goodness of my God!!!

…and yes, so this is an excuse to run a word cloud on my poetry throughout the years. 2004-2018, inclusive of a few short stories as well. Clearly I need to stop using the word ‘now’. I’m so impatient, what can I say??

Oh my friends – be at peace this night. My heart prays for you.