Gloria told me her dream...
Lost in the snow storm on the edge of a great glacier. Crevasses yawn before her. Great shelves of ice crack & crash into depthless sea. All around the avalanche enfolds... Devastation - certain. Despair - close. The headlong tumble. She falls... & falls....
“Open your arms…. stretch your fingertips.”A voice - familiar - beckons... "Fly out, fly out Gloria....out from the churn of the chasm of cloud.... from the collapse of the world."
The emptiness of the empty sky abides.
