Your Words Eternal
The house is slient as the cool air flows out into all the rooms.
I see abhoritions of sleeplessness, dancing on the ceiling, to and fro in the dark.
I spoke, I will comm. . .
I AM committed.
Your words and mine are the string which hold you in balance.
A slight of mind and you will fall.
Lift up your words to your own self. Let them sing your own praises.
Always, and forever even unto death, so that those among you in that final breath
Your hope lives on eternal.