Blessed beyond wordstruth is like a bird with a broken wing, it cannot fly but can surely sing
this song calls to me, the inner voice of muse speaks volumes, stitching together fractured moments of my life and giving each of them worth
these words bubble up gently from a place, cool and deep inside of us all that is immortal and wise, their warmth and their light wash over me to cleanse my soul and remind me that in a world the reeks of harshness we are never fools to be kind
all who seek solace will one day find in each day a reason to keep smiling in spite of the world and all its beguiling ways for it is true, we are blessed beyond words.
~Eric Vance Walton~