When I think of the soft rain mingled in the wind as it moves through the pines during a crisp morning I see that it nourishes the budding leaves and whispers the coming of spring again; I feel the softness of a child’s hand in mine and the breath of god as the snow touches the ground on a darkened night, it is because of these truths that I know that those whom I love will return to me one day, yes one day; Do I trust this to be so,” as much as I know the river otter will be fed, the elk will calve again in the spring, and the loupin’s will grow again in the mountain meadow grass, yes when I am setting and listening to the roar of the river and the passing of the heron above the waters, "then, they will come to me again, yes one day. ~ Shane Draney
Posted on: Sat, 15 Jun 2013 03:36:40 +0000
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