“ Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers. ”
Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
~ Harley King
I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.
Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.
