Cold Hands Warm Heart

The Morning

The sun rises
But it does not shine
It's been embraced
By a milky gray mist
The air is so still
No sound can escape

I stand here
In what seems to be
An endless span of time
The day begins again
This moment is mine

The only sound I hear
In this milky mist of time
Is the beating of my heart
I can hear it in my mind

I close my eyes and listen
I hear the rhythm of the drum
The slow and peaceful feeling
That my soul has just become

I breath in deep
and take into my lungs
The smell of life begining
Sheltered from the sun

The beauty of this moment
Can never be replaced
The feeling of the mist
As is falls upon my face
I know I have share
A piece of God's good grace

A few more

Cold Hands Warm Heart
A Sister's Love
Dreams
Heaven's What I Feel
I will Remember You

A Favorite Place:
Rod's Bar

A Beautiful Story By Someone I Know:
About an on line Love
The Pond

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