May you reap the whirlwind of your greatest desires, designations and dreams, embracing the mercy of His grace before you, sowing the seeds of a magnificent love, a manifestation and duplication of His awesome showing, you like those seeds are growing into His imperfect farmer, and as their constant gardner, tend the flowers of satisfaction, passionately reward the atmosphere with their fragrant cheer. With an exuberant humility, exercise a willing and wanton tenderness, evoking splendid new life from these fertile seeds, therein that purposeful bounty, each gentle bud of spring shall become your prideful legacy. Gather then, their familiar and wondrous bouquet of variety, a choice honored society to behold, aromatic as they unfold, both green and gold, infantile and aged, remarkably saged, resilient and free, excitedly impressionable with an easy ability to smile at their own tears, rejoice their many fears, all the while learning to have Faith in their provider, these flowers of change shall grow into a titanic revelation of sensation, a grand new nation, a devoted new brand, a force to understand and then to overstate, a love that just wont wait. There beneath a sky so blue, they do what they do, as if on cue. A rose by any other name remains the same, through wisdom and by virtue, make this mighty harvest, the season of you.-Michael Welch-
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 11:19:51 +0000