At the roof of all my poetic renderings, therein lies suffrage, deception, lost love and depressive sadness. But in the midst of all this, resides God. He makes the unbearable bearable, the festive most decidedly joyous and hopeless hopeful. I have been and continue to be the recipient of God's unconditional love and care. It has been a journey assuredly heartfelt and one that I could only traverse, as we all have predestination which cannot and should not be altered.