a voice from the past spoke to me tonight
a voice still in existence
just not one i hear

echoes of a past life
so distant now
talk of healing and fixing
should have fixed it then

without honesty there can be no trust
trust is the key to love

and as the sweet tones
carried electrically
amplified in my ear
my heart broke

and tears on the other end
forced my eyes to leak




handy helper

as Christ loved the Church

MOG in training

still on the potter's wheel




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