
poured forth from nothing
ever widening circle
never ending love
poured forth from nothing
ever widening circle
never ending love
no one likes the truth
even when told with great love
prophets don’t die old
to give without strings
not expecting quid pro quo
unconditional love
when the way is dark
proceed slowly hand in hand
with Abiding Love
through a lit window
man sitting by his wife’s bed
day changes to night
November crawls by slowly
hoping to see winter snow