...from pain, the source of learning, comes joy a salve love, a deceiver when in beauty takes breath away but, balm of gilead as a kiss on tear-stain'd face God and grace synonymous in thought one, pure source the other **gift
My life has been rapidly changing from one of darkness to one of light. Yet, I have learned that my walk in darkness was so unnecessary had I the tools and knowledge to use them. But then, would I have learned to write? Or think? Or be...