He Was Golden And Beautiful

The More I Do Bookstores, The More People Come Up To Me From Church Groups. I Spoke At Pittsburg State College And Had 2 Or 3 Ministers And Book Groups From A Couple Of Churches.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.

One Of His Tears Fell In My Mouth, Where It Became A Blue Sapphire, Source Of Strength, Source Of Strength And Eternal Hope.

I Moved My Arms Through The Water, Feeling Them Float On The Surface, Watching The Waves And Wake That Followed My Gesture. Here Was Magic, I Thought. Here Was Something Holy.

There's Nothing Quite Like A Real . . . Train Conductor To Add Color To A Quotidian Commute