It feels like coming home when ever i log on.
Thank you all for letting me be part of it.
A Poet once this sentence penned
“A man is rich who has a friend”
I read it and thought, “How true”,
He must have had a friend like you.(unkown)
All my grief, sadness and pain.
when I walk through a pouring rain.
My eyes light up,
my soul feels free,
with every falling droplet of water,
… I will be,
… I will be.
Water falling with power from above,
I imagine the freedom symbol.
A white dove.
Escaping the down pours grasp,
Moving its wings as if it would ever lasts.
The white feathers shine as one,
against a sinking sun.
Peace and calmness grasping at my heart,
watching the dove’s serene art.
A rainbow, soft as a shadow first rises above,
Virgin coulors entangled in elegance, complimenting the dove.
To be within this picture of calm surrender,
to see all of God’s creative splendor.
It is over flowing my soul with gratefulness
For I know, that you are blessed.
The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools.