in the valley of the season when the sun resists to shine………i sit in a quiet place and wait for answers to come……….when my patience is exhausted and my wits near the end………….the walls of defiance i have built come tumbling down………..and i am able to hear again……….

a clear voice comes not to me, rather out of me and it begins with a familiar call………” i would have come sooner i was waiting for you to tear down the walls”…………………….

in darkness is the time to listen