Edenlight, Conneautville, PA
It was a dark and stormy night and the water was rising over the banks of the river. A prisoner sat in a concrete cell staring at a wall listening to a lonely sound that might offer some hope. Somewhere blackbirds fell from the winter sky to the ground. A guitar and harmonica were playing old songs that had just been written. Songs about love, betrayal, renewal, hope and God. The rain kept falling but it didn't matter because the sun was shining brighter than ever. You can't make these things up, they just happen. edenlight.
