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In my younger days I was content to consider myself a mosaic artist and designer, stringing together rows of glass cubes to form textural two-dimensional surfaces that potentially can last forever. And while I placed myself in the forefront of all this creativity, my wife was placed safely in the background. But if truth were told I was the one in the background, because she created our home and my support. Today I consider myself a word artist stringing toger rows of syllables much like a composer stringing a line of musical notation for drama and effect, to form a tapestry of my wife in aspiritual dimension that is distant and close and forever. I never was creative at expressingmy thanks to my wife; I never even outwardly shared with her the title of these rudimentary pages. *au pic TO MY WIFE, MARJORIE I write to keep open the ear and eye of my heart, to strain to hear your voice and see your face; through the silence of God, the distance between us, and the nearness felt within my heart.