In the sanctuary’s stillness hymns flow gracefully ,each note a question:what does it mean to believe when the heart is a closed door, and silence fills the spaces?

Memories are fractured, like a child’s drawing of a house with sunshine in the corner with the sky gray which holds no promise as I write the final chapter

I sift through moments,trying to balance my ledger with what I invested, yet there is no ROI; only sorrow, again, now It is time to go

life a ledger,debts unpaid,and the heart,a ledger keeper,with ink that runs with tears: alone, wasted, no future other than the grave