Time splits the blade
to sharpen the saw

For we all fall down
So there has always been the broken  
Solace in the warmth of a hug
though no words spoken
For we all fall down
So there has always been the breaking
With no antidote closer
than a hand for the taking

Do not judge them too much. They are what they know.

Maybe love had borders. Maybe love forged grief. Maybe love forged grief so it could broaden its being. And maybe after its creation, Love would never have borders ever again.

Peril knows no wealth than that which lives in hope

Sayonara to a year that has brought many foul and wicked components to the table, please end the year with Christmas spirit. Ingredients? Good intentions and a good scarf will do.

Accolades are worthless without adversity’s blessing