Chronicle of the Calling and the Record
THE VALLEY OF THE FIRST WORD. "YOU WILL SPEAK WHERE SILENCE HAS REIGNED TOO LONG" I was already an old lady standing outside on the edge of the world holding the Books of Remembrance . The pages once filled with beautiful poetry a comforting confirmation left here and there , undated untitled unsigned . not shared with vanity, but sewn into the world as the promise of the seed . Maby a tiny bit of pride ,. (Insert poem..) [ How special I must surely be a gift from God for you to see. .].. . Pages written randomly and waiting forgotten, . The source of the unmoving and unchangeable blind faith. ..........[ blah blah to be edited,] My voice has already been heard . I had traveled from east to west and back to the eastern coast of the land of the free . Requesting mercy upon the children taking my place I turned my face towards the sky as the words were not from within but from some...