the words are not often spoken
Author: In All Our Years
Practicing love and kindness for all.
the words are not often spoken
take time to enjoy the light
from a night of passion and mortal delight- a gift from God- the gift is life- and sometimes unaware of the passing hours- this life, attended, grow from ours. you love and you weep. you …
at the break of day- the sounds of the night,slowly return to their places out of sight- the caw of a crow in the trees-stirs life amidst the sweet morning breeze. the bird swoops and …
it is now these years later i see, how much he really must have meant to me.
I stare and cannot see-
i never knew what life could be-