Lay my weary headupon a soft bed of earthwhere I can feelthe heartbeat of life against mineto breathe the melodycarried upon the lips of the windand immerse myselfin the harmonious placewhere we become one Let me go hometo where the pristine waters flowproviding strength and sustenancefor my weakened soulwhere I can close my eyes,embraced by
You may hear them, the wild things that beckon in whispers on the breeze, calling out to you In a language whose secrets are lullabies hidden within gentle sunsets
Beauty is … The dictionary says that beauty is a combination of qualities such as shape, color or form that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight. I think that this is much too simplistic and cannot possible even come close to describing what beauty is or where we can find it. I am a
I stepped outside for a moment and thoughts filled my heart and mind: If I stand in the west facing the eastern sky I will see a brilliant sunrise with bold colors and the beckoning of the coming day. If you stand in the east facing the western sky you will see a world still
A Quiet Heart 