I am sat in the audience while someone does my eulogy. Mother? Father? Brother? Child? I hope it is a friend. Grand paean or minor psalm?...

Starry nights. That's what I see in your eyes.

Heart of Gold. A golden heart cares much For those she loves and does much too Every remark cold or warm Is love Every thought harsh or...

God and destiny and grace-in-being All know the same thing You're worth more than every and any percent.

If we do fight, And fight we shall, I pray it would be one of love.