What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles. --from The Light, That Never Dies

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

The word 'survivor' carries a weight of remembrance that has broken the minds and bodies of more than a few men and women. It also contains a humbling light of recognition that compels many to do whatever they can to help reinforce the efforts of those who might be 'at risk' of not just giving up on their dreams, but of giving up on their continued existence.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.