One Sip Of This Will Bathe The

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed, But, Swoln With Wind, And The Rank Mist They Draw, Rot Inwardly, And Foul Contagion Spread: Besides What The Grim Wolf With Privy Paw Daily Devours Apace, And Nothing Said; But That Two-handed Engine At The Door Stands Ready To Smite Once, And Smite No More.

Gratitude Bestows Reverence.....changing Forever How We Experience Life And The World.

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.