Pushing the envelope. A new kind of writing. Part journal, part narrative, part poetry, part eulogy, part first person, part third. The journey of a soul as I ride the rapids of life and death, basking in the glow of graces bestowed - while also being continuously aware of the human weaknesses holding me back. I wrote in a poem once: "and as the ess of his prayers changed from Let the qi let the grace come a pourin on in To a far, far less lordly...