My eyes see it. My ears hear them.
My legs walk slowly and I am patient.
I visit friends as we come closer to the wall.
My shrine is ancient just as I want it to be.
Every day I see the truth.
I get bigger gifts than you can see.
What do I do today?
I shall be at peace.
I will call out to the sky.
It hears my cry and I am grateful.
Today I am beautiful.
Today I have true love.
I move forward along my beautiful life.
I become quiet because I am not the way I feel.
I get to heaven each day because I am there already.
W. Wayne B.
April 2011
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