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Beauty In Madness

What hyperbole can describe the moments of beauty in the madness of conscience. What glimplse? Of something more? I once knew the sounds of angels. And they sang I tell you. They sang beyond the glory of the sunshine. And they sang beyond the sublime sound of new love. Soon my Lord, we will be reunited and I will understand this suffering. Until then, thank you for suffering with me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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