What ever could a childhood pact with God and waterfowl ever have in common? What if trust allowed one to be a witness to it? The belief that words can form a spiritual bond after death sets the tone for this narrative and for the preceding pages of poetry, all with a single theme traveling from grief to hope gone asunder, where the underlying theme is the possibility of encountering God in the most unexpected encounters with people, and in the most surprising of places.

FOR MY LOVE ENDURES FOREVER, Book 2 ABOUT THIS BOOK The introduction to this book asks the question, "What word would describe a life when love is taken away but not removed from the heart?" Indeed, there exist many choices of words with which to answer, probably as many choices as there are people in all walks of life faced with that question at one time or another. At the time of the death of my wife, I, a visual artist unable to express an appropriate answer in the two dimensions I knew, one I could remain living with, could only do what my heart dictated. For better or worse, for richness of thought or paucity in meaning, I arrived at a type of marriage between the known and the spiritual, one speaking of both and of the love affair that paradoxically never ended, which still exists in a spiritual context. Joseph Anthony Russo

What ever could a childhood pact with God and waterfowl ever have in common? What if trust allowed one to be a witness to it? The belief that words can form a spiritual bond after death sets the tone for this narrative and for the preceding pages of poetry, all with a single theme traveling from grief to hope gone asunder, where the underlying theme is the possibility of encountering God in the most unexpected encounters with people, and in the most surprising of places.

FOR MY LOVE ENDURES FOREVER, Book 2 ABOUT THIS BOOK The introduction to this book asks the question, "What word would describe a life when love is taken away but not removed from the heart?" Indeed, there exist many choices of words with which to answer, probably as many choices as there are people in all walks of life faced with that question at one time or another. At the time of the death of my wife, I, a visual artist unable to express an appropriate answer in the two dimensions I knew, one I could remain living with, could only do what my heart dictated. For better or worse, for richness of thought or paucity in meaning, I arrived at a type of marriage between the known and the spiritual, one speaking of both and of the love affair that paradoxically never ended, which still exists in a spiritual context. Joseph Anthony Russo