Bless the wings which fly,
me through the sky-
Finding the journey is shorter,
when you have the means,
to touch beyond the day.
New transforms the everness
marking a last goodbye.
You leave your past behind
to see the roots become,
nothing like before.
Can you imagine-
a day without sorrow.
Can you see the love?
It stops for nothing.
It cuts darkness like a knife,
leaving slivers of itself,
guiding the new tomorrow.
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Upon deciding to blog about my life I decided that I would come up with a pseudonym, simply because it would give me the liberty to write things that I may not write otherwise. It's as simple as that. I want to have complete honesty about the thoughts that will become words to tell the story of my life, the opinions of my heart. E.V Nabors is also a homage to my roots, to my family tree. The oak tree standing in the forest of understanding; I hope it will speak out and inspire you. If I can do but one thing it is to help the robin into her nest.
Oaks Of Splendor 