Airs drift across the twilight border land, Odoured with life; and as from some far strand Sea-murmured, whispers to my heart are blown That fill me with a joy I cannot speak, Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak: Thee, God, I shadow in that region grand. GM
>in lower margin> Patience is the tranquil endurance of evils that assail you or happen to you. (click to enlarge) Patience gazes upward, holding a cross; she sits chained to a block, much like a prisoner awaiting execution. The landscape around her is overrun with fantastic creatures. Out of a large hollow egg at the
…the last weeks I am working on a pretty heavy blues rock number…loud…in yo face…so much fun to sing in my car I haven’t laid the vocals – plus I dont have the lyrics, plus I’m not really a guitar player and bass player – but the 1 man band thing beckons!!!!!……coming soon God willing!