You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

You Show Your Worth By What You Seek.

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

The Heart Is The Secret Inside The Secret.

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.