Thoughts

Thoughts Like a song in the distance, in fragments, words sing to me. Silently I wait and listen for their rhythm, purpose, and place. Surrounded, I hear them. Elusive; words come to me. Wandering searching, they reach my hand to be written. Speaking to no one, In happiness hope, and shadow; free to sing and feel the magic of my song, I write my thoughts to no one at all.

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Monday, April 12, 2010

Truth

In your loneliness, know
that in all things;
I am real.
And all that I am
and all that I have
belong to God and you.

posted by Cynthia Gray | 12:40 PM

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