WHEN DEATH KNOCKS

WHEN DEATH KNOCKS

“Mr. God, do we really need Ms. Death down there? I mean, look at man…. such a beautiful creation of yours…near perfect I would say… Just let him be. Let him choose when to embrace the end, if at all he wants to, that is. Do they HAVE to meet Ms....
It Flows Gently On…

It Flows Gently On…

The river flowed  on, beyond a curtain of mist, its coquettish laughter ringing out in the  morning air. Today, its  laughter seemed to hold the sighs of a mourning heart. On its lonely banks, sat a little girl. “Mamma, do wake up!” she cried, tugging at her mother’s...