Saturday, January 12, 2008

Waiting

waiting
There is a place that is literally waiting for me. There are trees with beautiful pink Roses that hold their breath for me. Where the wind blows, circling, searching for me. A crystal clear stream runs through it waiting to splash my toes. Grass so soft and green it begs me to roll in it. This place longs to hear my laugh, to feel my touch, to have me. God waits for me.

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