Mountain breezes sough, Rio Grande flows. Autumn night is full of grace. D. Elaine Wood-Lane 10/22/17

When my eyelids fall so heavy And my thoughts are all of You, I know I'll soon be sleeping until the morning's dew. The moonlight falls so quietly upon my windowpane and the stars begin to twinkle as the angels say Your name. I try so hard to stay awake So I can really pray, … Continue reading Until the Morning’s Dew