Between womb and tomb Does the world eat us And then excrete us Within a locked room Where each is alone With each to his own And only the gloom Such light might provide As leaks from outside?
Between womb and tomb That is how it seems When we lose our dreams And sorrows subsume The hope we once knew When skies which burned blue Have charred to dull black When we lose our way And night steals the day
Now I steal it back To live free by choice I have found my voice And now I will speak It is not too late To struggle with fate No more being weak By strength I rejoice: I triumph today
Thats what hope is for to spring us to that moment when we can triumph and raise up our arms, our voices and out hearts and shout to the world I am alive. Well stated Steve.
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
Ron
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)