the lost know how to be found they are the dust of failures and the chance for success they court the sun worship the moon and question the shadow following behind they hum an unfamiliar song remembering parts and the parts offered up for another try at something, anything
The vestibule reacted with a swirling of music; hands clapping, people opening with generosity of song. The stone floor echoed like a thousand flat stones skipping on smooth waters. Leaded colored glass spread its glow across filled pews. Words of faith warmed the room. Emotions resembled a layer of deep water, solid and without interruption. … More TOGETHER
A thousand flags in the hands of dancers grace the blue tiled floor in Solomon’s temple lifting together in praise and adulation. Horns strike to up heaven, harps and bells cut sharp the air raising a standard of worship by faith. Drums beat the rhythm of a nation. Voices together offer thanks through … More SOLOMON’S TEMPLE
Roger Singer 