"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
I wanna start fresh...
and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,<
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Can there be anything more lovely
Then the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmerin
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Walking in the shadow of fear,
drowning endlessly by a single tear,
running along
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
