You Win A While, And Then It’s

Some People Are Graced With A Flow; Some People Are Graced With Something Less Than A Flow. I'm One Of Those.

My Page Was Too White My Ink Was Too Thin The Day Wouldn't Write What The Night Pencilled In.

Most Of Our Distractions Are Designed To Invite Us Away From This Recognition, Which Is A Good Idea.

My Heart Sings Of Your Longing For Me, And My Thoughts Climb Down To Marvel At Your Mercy. I Do Not Fear As You Gather Up My Days. Your Name Is The Sweetness Of Time, And You Carry Me Close Into The Night, Speaking Consolations, Drawing Down Lights From The Sky, Saying, See How The Night Has No Terrors For One Who Remembers The Name.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.