My heart beats with hope, my ears hear the music of life playing a song of grace, my eyes tear at the joy of a baby born, and weep when life is lost~My soul grows, it is a tree~When all is dark and my heart feels dormant with sadness, God’s light shines down from heaven~Leaves of faith fill my branches~At it’s feet are many flowers, miracles of rebirth~My leaves open, and I sing to the beat of a heart filled with Hope…
Easter’s Promise
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I have always loved the written word. As a child I devoured books. I have always found solace in reading and writing. Due to illness, I spend much of my time at home, exploring the world from my bedroom. Writing, sharing my own words, and reading those of others, is my preferred communication with the outside world. It is my adventure, it is my catharsis, it is my connection. View all posts by cyndigowords
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