Myth makers

And it was evening and it was morning, another day.  And we said, let there be love. And then we lived it, we made it so. We chose to be gods: to love and forgive, not ignorant of your humanness our shadowside, our tiredness. It’s is not by pretense that we become gods but by…

Voice

I’ve been given a voice to use it or not, that’s my choice In the silence of my fear my soul withers, death draws near Death of hopes, death of dreams eyes turn blind, deaf turn ears From the darkness of despair my voice must rise to raise a cry A cry to God? A…