Sunday, April 1, 2007

The Ripple

It began as a whisper. It became a yearning. To play a part in the nurturing of the world and its wonderful, marvelous, glorious people. Every one of them.

I hear words from the past floating into my being. Words of idealism and its inevitable doom and yet, as I shrug them off, I believe. Isn't faith stepping past that which one sees into the unknown, firmly believing that 'unknown' is really a friend waiting to dance with you?

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