SisterAct
Galenna, my youngest sister, posted an FB status which caught my interest - hence, the online exchange below. T'is to celebrate her creativity, so that she may write more. Galenna: if warmth were a blanket of deceit i would, in solitude, embrace the cold. Ging: cold evening, where is thy sting? my Lord's warmth renews every morning! Galenna: morning, how fleeting thou art! whither thou goest, the heart followeth. but oh, t'is dusk... 'tis dusk! Ging: t'is creeping dusk that lures souls in, calleth so enduring; but fleeting might be, art thou morning; ever faithful thou cometh in the name learning! Galenna: learning, ever we are; that a star though near its death, spilleth out brilliance across the air, what then is ours to bequeath: charred mind of ideas or a simple life well-lived? Ging: a life well-lived is not at all simple; its creeds - it bleedeth, in consuming darkness - its light must be weildeth. so i sayeth- we bequ...