Whatever is written is but a silent voice, unheard until it is given a voice in the reading.

I want to be a voice for ‘good’ and for ‘God,’ for if I presume to possess the former without the latter there will be nothing good in what I say.

I want to be a voice for ‘good’ and for ‘God,’ for if I presume to possess the former without the latter there will be nothing good in way I say.

Truth speaks for itself if we’d just let it speak.

The problem with the ‘herd’ is that our voice is never ‘heard’.

Sometimes it seems that a photo is anything but still. Sometimes photos seem to have a voice; to be alive in the stillness of their own image.

No voice is so loud that it can demand that we listen to it.

No voice is so loud that it can demand that I listen to it.

If I’m surprised at where I’m at, it’s probably because I’m not listening to the reality that listening to the voices that I’ve listened to have put me here. So, maybe I should be less surprised and more disappointed.