I Like The Way He Danced. And

Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

I Moved My Arms Through The Water, Feeling Them Float On The Surface, Watching The Waves And Wake That Followed My Gesture. Here Was Magic, I Thought. Here Was Something Holy.

The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A Tale Of Love Found And Lost- The Oldest Story In The World. The Only Story.

The More I Do Bookstores, The More People Come Up To Me From Church Groups. I Spoke At Pittsburg State College And Had 2 Or 3 Ministers And Book Groups From A Couple Of Churches.

One Of His Tears Fell In My Mouth, Where It Became A Blue Sapphire, Source Of Strength, Source Of Strength And Eternal Hope.