You look around and you know you must have failed somewhere.
Because here we are, waiting on the eve of destruction with all the odds against any of us living to see the sun rise one day soon.
You, Dear Reader -You are Amazing Grace.
You are a Precious Jewel.
Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.
You - special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you.
Would it embarrass you very much if I were to tell you . . . that I love you?"
Joan Baez