i come to you each month to leave a prayer to be said. i have no faith yet live in hope.
look at mosaics, oh absalom, my son, my son.
wonder where the justice is. i come to think on things. each time i am challenged as to my reasons, & do i have a ticket?
it is enough to put some off from visiting at all. only the brave. thank you.
pray for them, all is in disorder.