The spirit of life is bent tenderly over us all…

The spirit of life is bent tenderly over us all…
Like a mother hawk guarding her young…
Her presence being the all in all…
Yes, we are the Lord’s business!

She constantly thinks of the dreams She has given…
And nudges us in that direction…
Using Her tears to fill the places where water used to flow…
Filling the thirsty sand.

I know it is hard to picture…
Your life experiencing so much heart ache and pain…
But there has always been someone shadowing you…
Protecting you with a shell made of steel.
Sometimes we can feel like unpainted tin…
But there is another self within, that is strong…
Can you see up ahead the fire mixed colors?
Swirl, bathe, dance and let them wrap you with life!

The enemy of life is the hiss of doubt…
It will disappear as you advance in the direction of your dreams…
Your dreams float like clouds in the sky…
Be patient and wait! In a little while they will uncover the sun.

I love you,

Annie