Most yearn for heartwrenching, final goodbyes and lament lost salvation. Given the choice of reconciliation or compassion, most choose the dream…the illusion…damn the consequences and the blessing of swift tragedy.
While the front door is for the thrill seekers, the exit ramp is a journey reserved for the strongest of a chosen few. Against all common sense, I’ve opted for that gruesome path, over and over again. Much more than a job, it’s a calling.
Someday, somewhere, the bells will ring with reward—as pure as summer rain, constant as eternal soul, smooth as blended notes and rich with big harmony.