There Are Years That Ask Questions And

Her Old Thoughts Were Going To Come In Handy Now, But New Words Would Have To Be Made And Said To Fit Them.

Most Things Are Born In The Mothering Darkness And Most Things Die. Darkness Is The Womb Of Creation, My Boy. But The Sun With His Seven Horns Of Flame Is The Father Of Life.

It Costs You Something To Do Good!

They Seemed To Be Staring At The Dark, But Their Eyes Were Watching God.

Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening Sun, Had To Die For Loving Her.