Grace

With a soft word, spoken loudly, a tempestuous flame is lit; illuminating all that surrounds it. What a clever creature this seems to be, not to be mistaken for jest but taken in all earnestness. With a few short words I was intrigued, with a few more I was involved. I will not turn away as I so often do. With the words of a Voodoo woman on my mind and the taste of strawberries on my lips, I walk once more into the fray dear friends. Though this time I do not find myself back at the beginning as the spirals have so often led me. I walk the line, as johnny says, and find a path previously unknown. A dark horizon lit with increasing intensity as I walk closer to the shore line. A magnificent shore, littered with the remnants of a storm which has left most startled… Not me. We ponder our beginnings with a shared sense of propriety. We own our past and all the ghosts trying to hold back what must flow forth…