Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

I Sit Between My Brother The Mountain And My Sister The Sea. We Three Are One In Loneliness, And The Love That Binds Us Together Is Deep And Strong And Strange.

Inspiration Will Always Sing; Inspiration Will Never Explain.

She Danced The Dance Of Flames And Fire, And The Dance Of Swords And Spears; She Danced The Dance Of Stars And The Dance Of Space, And Then She Danced The Dance Of Flowers In The Wind.

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.