When the Seventh seal is opened and the Seventh Angel rides on a white horse into battle, Satan and his lies. The Seven Angels shout from heaven up above, as the horseman slays the devil and the whole world shall be judged. There is a straight and narrow pathway that leads to paradise, or the broad and traveled highway that leads to your demise.

I kept looking to those purple roses today. That would make it plain. Without bogging anyone else down. I am me because you were you. And we were in an intersection of time. Both solid and without discernable boundaries. A single note of a sterling song. That remains in tune as each chord is struck. Because the moments are the perfection. That create a universal ballad.

We are but poor passing fates,. That I could not love you any more. Than I do right now. For I know of nothing in this world. So sad or so beautiful. As your branches heavy with rain.

So Much, Too Late. Lost and found, and lost. Again like a bad penny. I guess I need a second wind.

Roxy and Sydney are back in KY for a few weeks before their big move to London this summer. They all seem happy to be together. We just happy to be together for a few weeks and are looking forward to walks all together now that Spring has finally come! This entry was posted in dachshunds and babies.

In the not quite there. In the not quite day. It is impossible to believe. All the fight went out of her. Even the light died in her eyes. As it finally dawned upon her.

Posted in Consideratum est per curiam. On July 16, 2015 by wordsweneversaid. She was telling a story about a place he knows well. As is usual, by the time I was through, there were tears flowing down.

Je pense donc je suis. So my angel is a really proud dad Archie arrived safe and sound a couple of weeks early.

On March 24, 2015 by wordsweneversaid. It had messages I needed to hear then. I have tried to be kind.