from Captain Corelli's Mandolin

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine

Home

The rhythm of change is creeping up on me.
It's hard to tell
The wisest path...
My life hangs in the balance...
Delicately...
My wings so close to broken,
Yet so close to soaring high,
I pray Your wind
Will blow
me home...
Wherever that may be.

dream in color
see the sky
see me fly
now that I find my purpose
my passion
please use me Lord-
guide my hands
my eyes
let me do your work-
I want to be a voice that someone needs to hear-
I'm growing,
not without pain,

and finding You

still and sure