IVNow and forever, from every note I can
sing, to every song I hear, from
the rapture of the wind to the sweet
melody of a child's tender whisper…
I Hear Him
When the sun rose higher overhead, he sat by the lake away from the beach. Here the stranger could watch the children playing, their parents performing the duties a picnic required were gathered at the tables on the nearby clearing.
The stranger loved to watch children. They were of a pureness he understood, so refreshing, so cleansed. He noticed then a young boy out in the water so far from the rest and beginning to struggle and he felt angry. He knew the demons that pursued him would do anything to draw him out, even use this child. He watched as the men on the beach raced into the water and brought the boy's unmoving body to
