At some time in our life
we have to go back to ourselves.
Even though the trepidation of
our footsteps as we march to the
continumm of time develops
a pace of its own.
Still, to stand tall and hold our
convictions should be as
natural as the purple magnus
cornflower bursting forth life
in all of God's perpetual love.
I am no longer the ingratiating
hostess, I finally arrived at a
place I never left.
jobstears (c)
we have to go back to ourselves.
Even though the trepidation of
our footsteps as we march to the
continumm of time develops
a pace of its own.
Still, to stand tall and hold our
convictions should be as
natural as the purple magnus
cornflower bursting forth life
in all of God's perpetual love.
I am no longer the ingratiating
hostess, I finally arrived at a
place I never left.
jobstears (c)
Weeeeeee!! i love this!
