Mychael

Mychael, the Alchemyst saw the hand of God in a simple list drawn to an Order, She couldn't resist... " you're bread for this " and the baker's dozen with a feather to the sky, She pens with reason... " humankind isn't blind, Mr. Smith " nor for only one season " We resemble God " and for only One meaning... " to remember the Love " that Created our Being " ... I am hear now ..." so you can be seen