There is no explanation good enough – no gaggle of words obtuse enough – no melodious poem deep enough – no lengthy thesis clever enough – to clarify or mystify or sing or solve the peace in my heart that comes from You. So, why do I keep writing?
There is no explanation good enough – no gaggle of words obtuse enough – no melodious poem deep enough – no lengthy thesis clever enough – to clarify or mystify or sing or solve the peace in my heart that comes from You. So, why do I keep writing?