Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind

A Life Without Love Isn’t A Life.

This World Is In Deep Trouble, From Top To Bottom. But It Can Be Swiftly Healed By The Balm Of Love.

Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May Become Hill Of Joy; Weep, That You May Break Into Laughter.

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .