The Carolina wren nest in the corner of the porch, as she has done every year since I moved here. Each morning I glance out of the doorway to greet her as she flitters about finding food for her young! A barely noticeable drizzle of rain gently falls upon the surrounding hills of the hollow. Cradled in a bed of melancholy emotions, the wonders of nature were quick to remind me of the essential ingredient of a partner. The seasonal changes bring with it hope of a new beginning, a rebirth that invites the heart to look beyond the past pains of yesterday and welcome a new tomorrow that is layered with a path of hope and faith .
Shaken by a chill of thought that as I reached for your hand you were reaching back. The journey not traveled alone, as the spirit of hope cast you into the path and the spirit of faith bonds our souls.
One does not a paradise make!
The ability to share the path laden with hopes and dreams opens the gate of love and bond the hearts through the trials of life. In unity the traveled path is
not a ache of yesterday, it is a glimpse of tomorrow.
not a ache of yesterday, it is a glimpse of tomorrow.
To know you is to love you!
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