Monday, September 8, 2014

childlike




That storm, it was a sign. A message in response to the collective want and resulting belief. Our hugs created the wind. The smiles, the laughter, they became the rain. Our need, our prayer lifted with an energy so intense the earth could do nothing but respond in some type of fury. Then soon after there came a calm, a quick acknowledgement by the very ground we walk on, the air we breathe, as if to say, "You're right. She can't be beat."

Today I am grateful to know of a somebody in particular. Somebody our world needs.


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