Antediluvian

' Yes, life has a glitter now - of a sort. That's what's wrong with it. The old days had no glitter but they had a charm, a beauty, a slow-paced glamour. '
- Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

Days, where I can read and write in unhurried delight are back for a season.
Times, where I can close the mac, silent the phone, to gather scattered thoughts lost in disarray.

With tirades of voices, it's easy to lose your own. His voice in you.

I never want to miss a beat in the rhythm of grace.