A thought for the day from: Peter Britt
"Her heart lays shattered on the floor. Salvation awaits in this loving hand, the gentle word. This offer, is blood of my own in a wish to mend it. Thy wish is the sun, might it shine and warm her soul. The wind, may it give unto her a cool breeze of calm. The stars, may they sing to her each night of peace. Love, might it devour her so she may know happiness and be whole once more. This soul, that it might mingle with her own and find peace. For only she may unlock this prison and release this heart. Only she, may know the path which leads deepest within me, and truly find me."
© 2003-2007 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Productions
