I am a funny creature…
I can’t wipe my own nose (though I can help you wipe yours…)
I have no tip toes…
And I believe I could live on chocolate cake.
I’m forever climbing a staircase of air…
Just to see what’s on top…
All I’ve found so far is heaven and here…
And frankly, they look kind of the same.
I think that everything has been put in my power…
A gift that only requires a wag of my tail and an open heart…
I can’t even imagine all the gifts that have been given to you…
After all, you can wipe your own nose.
So, never, never, never, dim your own light…
Through worry, anxious thoughts and fear…
You are being watched over by the keeper of a million days and nights (maybe more…)
I suggest you be on the lookout for Her.
So now you know…
Life is an endless variety of gifts and love…
You ask, “How much farther do we have to go to get there?”
Take a deep breath and look around, you’ve been here for a while.
I love you,
Annie