We sing, we laugh and we tiptoe across fragile lines together, onto horizons we cannot see with our eyes but with our hearts.
We join hands and we pray for tomorrows that dance around corners and behind curtained windows, their shadows rising and falling to remind us to breathe as we swirl around in our own private whirlwinds.
We share stories and we look together through the same skylight at stars we know we have wished upon before, stars we know have not deserted us on the days when our bonds seemed so weak they could turn to dust at any moment.
And we turn our faces to the sun and drink in the light as we give thanks. For friends, for family, for laughter and love and song and hope. For the faith that carries us unto tomorrow, for forgiveness, for the power of being human.
We give thanks, because this, this is the stuff of life.
2 Whispers in the wind:
'the power of being human' That Quaint Murmur, is really the stuff of life.
Beautiful post. and happy new year to you.
Wishing you another year of friends and family, love and laughter. Take care!
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