I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
Road to Gilead
Where Does “Now” Exist
Where does "now" exist?
Things Tend to Hide
The end of the road is not visible from here...
Bells and Chimes
Moments have bells and chimes
This is My Path
This is my wont, this is my path...
Bold Adventure
Someday the landscape around me will too match the landscape growing deep inside
Home On a Countryside Hill
We found a home on a countryside hill where countryside people cool their pies on the sill...
Sing to Me
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Odd Adventures, Pt. II: Ashes, Ashes
Finally after a few minutes, with the pile of ashes at his feet growing to a sizeable hill, his fingers struck the hard, solid wood. He widened the hole so they could see more easily, and he removed one more large chunk. They both gawked at the sight.
