all our resonations

i've attempted this several times now. nothing to show for the tries so far. i've always had a time tryin' to conquer the vast white that covers the posting page in which i type this message.

things are well. dw rolls on, entertaining to some, ministering to others & giving purpose to all. we live for this.

the anxiety pre-show always kills, but never ceases to be slaughtered by the exhilaration of the live event. manchester spoke deep into my soul tonite. my only wish is that more would stop to listen.

all our resonations reverberate in like kind when we all stop long enough to put ear to the root. i know that i know that i know that there is a definite reason for this. it's not the unlikely happenstance of a mother nature left to her own devices, nor the circumstantial happenings of a very unnatural selection. it's the purposeful handiwork of a father's love that explodes our existence regardless of the fact that we may never stop long enough to uncover our ears to hear the bang.