If People Have To Put Labels On

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Fullblown Storm Where Everything Changes.

All Of Us Are Survivors, But How Many Of Us Transcend Survival?

Mostly What I Listen To When I Turn On My Little Ipod Is Opera.