no stick needed
The world rushes elsewhere.
You are here with me.
We speak softly.
posted by Karl Detrich | 8:08 AM
Peeks Through Clouds
An effort to brighten darkness with gentle humor and loving truth... a desire to discern both love and truth more and more clearly when I gaze toward Glory... and a spirit-name, properly descriptive, unrequested but received, my own.
- Flute song 4 14 14
- only a moment
- only then
- Vision of the Truth
- progress
- deeper still
- warriors
- Column, 6/13/96
- Something in my eye
- the Old One
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
The world rushes elsewhere.
You are here with me.
We speak softly.
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