I long for the Sonshine
Which once touched my soul…
So long ago it seems.
Because I felt your presence
And long for your caress O God,
Deliver me from this ever
Present, unbearable darkness.
If only the Son would shine
Down on me.
Let the Son shine down on me.
12/23/00
One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen. ~Leo Tolstoy
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