Monday, June 22, 2009
When we can listen...
My eyes were shut tight and my ears were deaf to the beauty of life, with only clues and hints of something real. Confused was I, like a great city highway with winding, twisting thoughts going nowhere. but just then... I read the words of a friend that like a blue bird singing from a window sill some unplanned melody showed me the simplicity of hope and I found myself smiling, singing a song I'd never heard without rhyme or reason-- without one care. and in the midst of that song all lesser...
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