Fingers on lips

It happened...down the road the Trini slang a word within the distances of the Abbey....the road to the Mount full of his story....everyone had an input to StJohn ....St Michael....St Benedict ...St Augustine so full of charms to a worship ..
The air cannot falter today was just another wondrous moment of blessings upon ever one's rights.

I ran pass by ...she was amused to a jump...
I said sister it's me Morris I saw a smile within the starry night of grace upon her veiled face...
It was nothing special then ....yet today there it seems like it was all set out to be my journey that bought me to this ....
Yet it was once again only....time.