Comments about George McConnell
Sparks fly as the surface of the sun seems to course across your silent white delicate frame.
I know you, as you know the words I have not spoken.
I know the truth within the lovely heart filled with grace that gives to those who take more than they need.
What does time have to offer that was not spent holding on to your integrity.
I know you as the radiance within your smile as it touches my mouth, my soul, the heart of who I am.