I Hope Did the Sparrow Fly North To signal a Time of Passing? There is no Respect for Those who Show Mercy. The Space between Time and Eternity is Minute. Every moment stays Eternal. Step off the Path to a Brighter Light. Our Demons hide in the Shadows of Morality. They Drain our Power of Acceptance. They Arrive Boasting their Illusion of Authority. Our Demons hide in the Shadows of Justice. They Arrive Claiming their Delusion of Dignity. Mere Camouflage to instill a Feeling of Inferiority. The... Read More

Sorrow Will Be Less Hold Fast to your Thoughts of Recovery. The Sunrise is Not Far Ahead. Weary Travelers never Stop for Long. Just long Enough to Catch their Breath. The mountain is steep. The Shrine celebrating Liberation sits At the Summit. High above the peaks and valleys, Each One of us Faces living a Full Life. Life is Filled with Sorrow, Not Just the Agonies of Death and Dying. Hermes is There to Hold The Hands of Mortals who Pass. Jesus Leads Us through His Way too. The Dying Feel their... Read More

And Those Who Are Right, Grieve More The Death Watchman calls. He is not Specific about the Time of Transition. His voice is Subtle, Soft but Piercing and True. Not Everyone is Conscious of his Tone. He Stands Naked in the Shadows of Life. Singing Songs of his Ancestors. A Deep Distant Timbre that only the Dying And Those who Share their Death can Hear. Each Fearful Person is Deaf to His Message. They Shutter in Disbelief. Family Members Stir as Some of them Saddle and Mount Their Vultures.... Read More