I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.
May your journey through life be vibrant and full of colorful rainbows.
Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope.
Our stories are not new; yet, in the retelling we are reborn as heroes.
Sometimes we live too much in the past,remembering what we wished had happened.
Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt.
Sometimes we wait too long for the forgiveness of our fathers.
Service to others in their time of need is a privilege and an honor.
So much is buried in our lives that we forget what we have learned.
I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
Too much has been given and too much has been lost.
God is taking a nap within my soul. I ponder whether to wake Him or not.
Memory shimmers as a crystal lakethat reflects all things invisible.