Saturday, April 17, 2004


In the darkness of my home I find peace. It seeps gently out of the walls that surround and the floor that supports. Whispering my name in my sleep. I know, from reading, that He talks to most in their sleep and it is easy to miss it. Those persistent dreams that wake us have a root cause and must be heeded.

Why is it that He talks only in whispers? Always prodding....nudging like a mother at a relative's birthday party...."go on, go Kiss Great Aunt Sophia, she won't bite you."

Am I listening to the silence enough?

Am I heeding the prodding?

Am I ready?






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This is beautiful! Go to your destiny...good walking!
Comment from gbgoglo - 4/17/04 7:20 AM



Christina, I love this poem! Have a great walking day today! Love you, Mom
Comment from tsgerkin - 4/17/04 5:25 AM