Thursday, 13 October 2016












Say a rosary or something. Have an idea. See a plan through. 



He- I'm ready to not stop with you.



She- I don't know about not stopping 

but I'd like to at least start.


He-Maybe you could call me?



She closes the door, 

He walks down Her steps. 




No grievances.





It was a childish thing to do. 





Have the freedom to know your own will.  






"We are Children of the Light" sounds okay,

but "The Light in Me Bows to the Light in You"?
Now come on. 







May you

Behold the light which reflects your will. 






Forgive.
































































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