winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Evening
evening
listen as the wee birds sleep 'neath the shelter of their parent's wing
ah, to hear this sound ah, to know the joy this gives their maker
listen as the children sleep after love has tucked them into their beds
ah, to hear this sound ah, to know the joy this gives their maker
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