January 6, 2006
When we've flown with eagles
Climbed to the highest peak
Heard the songs of angels
Cried tears of joy as One
How do we go back and walk?
Where do we find the next thrill?
Can daily life, grinding the same old grind...
Bring satisfaction of angels divine?
I have tasted the holy fruits, been at one with the one I love. And I've felt the pain of loss, the trauma and drama of the fear of being alone again. Heights and depths, love and sorrows, hopes and fears, dreams and nightmares, heaven and hell, instants and eternities...
Author: Steve Robison