Sunday, June 7, 2009
O lonely dove of peace, whereby you find no resting place but these .... ?
Dare I walk this land so emboldened with youthful dead hearts, and not feel a great piercing cry lift from my soul ..... a cry for peace oh peace rest within my heart, I give you comfort, come now - all is done. All is done. Rest.
Posted by Cathy at 5:38 AM