Lift these spirits up. We're all so tired here. Please help us see there is some kind of break in the clouds that we live and cry under. It all seems to be the same.Shouldn't there be a "perfect " story somewhere? Is there such a thing? I know there is only one perfection, and I know He is the only one who can do all things. But is there anyone or anything close to perfection that can at least do half of all? To fix, to find, to mend... where is that answer? Take these broken minstrels and break us. Quiet our voices so we sing harder, tie our feet so we use our gifted hands more. To be heard , to listen and be listened to is why we strive. Here's to the ears that hear and the hearts that feel what we create...
Could we use these pieces that fell to build a better try this time?