Whispers in the tall pine branches The voice of a stranger is a friend Echoes of what is to come I follow the red string to you
I swim through the stars to you. I see past the now. I walk into your dream. You walk into my dream. You step into my now. You pull me into the boat.
Eggs / sadness. Flour / patience. Salt / lessons. Sugar / gratitude. Chocolate / you!
Mountain tops soar in the distance I hold your hand and my heart floats My finger traces a circle on your palm Our eyes meet, and a warm smile grows The circle of joy is complete
Connection authentic, strong, deep and true Walls tumble, souls dance Holy spirit flows like a ribbon of light The ribbon tugs at our hearts Kindred spirits meet and your grace is confirmed We are loved, we are not alone, we are...
Only when you have been poor in circumstance, only when you have been stripped to the core. Only when your heart has hit rock bottom. Then and only then the word grace has true meaning for you. For it’s from the depths of our darkest night that the light of day brings...
