Your life plays a major part of the history of this world…

Your life plays a major part of the history of this world…
Written on all your dings, dents, and scrapes…
On all the really sticky stuff…
In your journal describing each time you have met an angel…

Think of your life as an eternal adventure…
Going on for years and years…
Ancient and powerful…
Pushed along by a very insistent wind.

Turning into a poem…
Like waves of a summer field…
Born of fire carved of ice…
Pure water filtered by the rocks of tribulation.

Producing magic…
Gathering strength…
But you must lose your secrets to gain your magic wand…
And then, use your magic only for love.

You say, “I am insignificant, how can I be important to the history of this world?”
What can I do?
You can listen to each moment of silence before you break it…
It is here where you will find how important you really are.

I love you,

Annie