Had it not been for the detours of life,
I would not have been directed
the long way around and
into your arms.
Accept the moment and explore the possibilities!
Our response to life reveals our inner spirit.
The beauty of a memory is in the retelling of a story.
Love is an infusion, absorbed by the heart
and filtered through the soul.
Good morning little blue bird, hello Carolina wren,
the hollow came to life when I found my friend.
My heart began to skip and dance in the blue of the sky,
as the music plays from the heavens high.
The hills in shades of every color green, painted
the hollow in an awesome spring.
I didn't see a rainbow, the sun a blinding light,
and yet the treasures of my life were still in sight.
The view was on the mountain and in the reflection of
the stream, the celebration of what you mean to me.