BRAVEHEARTS

  Last night, as I was sleeping I dreamt — marvelous error! — that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. Robert Antonio Machado   “How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth.” […]

We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first breath. . . We’ll need grace that that we’ve never given I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts and it’s not only when these eyes are closed these lies are ropes that I tie down […]