


Patiently we wait through the cold. Some days better than others. The snows a blanket of white. Waiting…
Memories, like ashes scattered in the wind. Secrets, some are never meant to be kept. The clocks hands…

Can you ever truly return to a moment once it has passed? Or return to a time that…
Invisible spirits The winds in silent whispers Fills what our hearts lack Mark Schutter ©2015

I have lost my faith, not my belief my faith. I have misplaced it, and it cannot be…