Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
I feel the healing
hands of God
touch my heart
and kiss my soul.
Sometimes that
which we fear
strengthens our
spirit and gives
us a splash
of hope.
I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
Over time our tears will help heal the pain and soothe the hurt.
May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.
May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure.