When tomorrow starts without me,
And I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
All filled with tear for me,
I wish so much you wouldn’t cry,
The way you did today,
While thinking of many things,
We didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow start without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand.

Two men on the road.

One white
The other black

One with the Bible
The other with the Qur'an

Why is it important?

After all they are seeking the same.

Oh, how beautiful the night is
The stars, the ceaseless beauty
The moon, enigmatically quiet
The sky, eternal and clear
The silence, almost palpable
The owl, absorbing the environment within her eyes

Forget the night, I’m thinking about my wife.