Cocooned in the tiniest of tightly woven white shrouds, her essence’s form felt safe and cradled. This is not, after all, entombed, she heard. “Who said that,” she thought to herself, as her inner eyes remained sleepily closed. Sometimes, the darkness was like a tomb, until the brightness came again, and with it, the soft …


Melancholy Moon

Melancholy moon brilliant in the midnight sky  traverses the inky path if only to glimpse her shining morning light. Melancholy moon fades into His Light; how she loves Him, near and from afar. From the Archives