Die Welt ist wie Wasser scharlachrot und sanft gefrbt mit hellem Himmel. Und manchmal sind die Trume die sich tief in den vergessenen Liedern unserer Kindheit verbergen wie die Pfade in den Tiefen Wldern von jenem schweren Dunkel das allein zu betreten man sich scheut weil was dort schlummert nur selten ist was man zu finden erhofft.
... He didnt know how to say good-bye. His throat ached from the strain of holding back his emotions. I dont want to leave you he said humbly reaching for her cold stiff hands.Emma lowered her head her tears falling freely. Ill never see you again will IHe shook his head. Not in this lifetime he said hoarsely.She pulled her hands away and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her wet lashes brush his cheek. Then Ill wait a hundred years she whispered. Or a thousand if I must. Remember that Nikki. Ill be waiting for you to come to me.
The words were unexpected but so incisively true. So much of prayer is like that - an encounter with a truth that has sunk to the bottom of the heart that wants to be found wants to be spoken wants to be elevated into the realm of sacredness.
There comes a moment in life when you say to yourself enough. This is ENOUGH Then you take a walk with your destiny. To change. To fulfill your purpose. We all have it. But are you willing to take that first step
Astraeus Aven called out. God of the four winds and friend to sailors. Say a little prayer when you look at him so he will give us what we need to keep our course.A little prayer said Jack. To a constellationTo what it represents said Aven.But I dont believe in what it represents said Jack.Prayers arent for the deity said Aven. Theyre for you to recommit yourself to what you believe.Cant you do that without praying to a dead Greek godSure said Aven. But how often would anyone do that if not in prayer