The Empty Nest
My nest is empty, so I talk to myself.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Her voice
Sometimes she sings, but doesn't know I'm listening. Sometimes she sings to the Lord. Sometimes it makes me stop and thank God for the beauty: of her voice, of the meaning, of her.
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