In the hush of that love, I gave you a name. In the quietness of my soul, I hold you near and dear, and celebrate this new-finished year with you. To Conrad You write like words really matter that they are meant to convey passion, caring, emotions of the soul. You sound bewildered by reality. You are astonished.
Man is lower than any angel and greater than many devils.
You faith was in the Word which is the beginning, the Alpha of birth and the Omega of death. Gone, as though they had never been. That presence which inspirits is heard in the silence the moment before melody springs forth or beauty fills the eyes. It is seen when one looks inward deeply enough. It is not lost, but lurks ineradicably on the Soul's hard drive.