Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

May These Vows And This Marriage Be Blessed.

Don't Sit And Wait. Get Out There, Feel Life. Touch The Sun, And Immerse In The Sea.

The Breeze At Dawn Has Secrets To Tell You. Don't Go Back To Sleep.