For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
fear creeps in a kind all afraid of moments like this a well without depths
choices made inflicts or edifies sometimes is unknown despite all technicalities
will regret set in little we wonder await that very glimpse to carry me through...
