This day you wear - the garments of credence.
The auras of serenity, joy and triumph are your companions.
The call to remembrance comes, like a hooting owl in a dead silent night.
You remember how you fell and pulled yourself up.
You recall the many moons gone, when you sat watching through the window - building castles in the air.
The tearful days and nights were many, but all seem miles away now.
You raced with destiny.
Today, dressed in these garments and the tiara of your accomplishment - your dreams are no more a mirage.
You realise that, this is one moment you are more than you ever thought you could be!
This moment utterly amazing, is infinite.
Peace, Much Love and Christ Blessings,
John Michael
Wear your 'tiara of accomplishment' with pride!
Great poem...
Diana...
Thanks for such a great write.
Ron
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Sandie