There are clouds familiar ones maybe the one overhead right now listening to broken hearts watching feet run away witnessing the moods of souls the arrows of words up and tears shed falling down the cloud, maybe this one has heard it all extending an empathetic extension of itself absorbing the pain folding … More UP THERE
Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY
There’s a crossroad junction in west Texas a place far away from most of what we know a place with partially paved country roads stretching true to the compass and a few wild flowers growing like crooked fingers at the base of four stop signs every direction has a city at its end with … More FROM HERE
Roger Singer 