“The miracle of Life's song is in the song of the child, singing in a small clear voice. The very same refrain which resounds throughout the entire world.Though seldom heard, as it is muted by the noise of everyday life. Listen closely, you can hear it. Raise your voice, incline your heart. You will find no greater sorrow than by leaving your verse unsung.”
Jill Hanna
“Light shines upon us inspiration, and as it falls quietly over us, our thoughts find a voice, dark, diaphanous and true, soothing; in the tone of shadows.”
“Dreams are but visions,seen through eyes of a heart that is pure. A belief bigger than fear. A courage, a will; to create, to imagine, to love.”
“In the space between a breath and a heartbeat I can feel it, pulling,yearning. Limbs and hearts passionately entwined as the morning’s mist rises cool and weightless,colored by the soft hues of dawn.A glimpse of eyes beneath lowered lashes, a flutter,an exhale;contented. A silent stretching, reaching towards you as the sun’s rays stretch boundlessly at the horizon,warming, illuminating; a softness over life’s hardened edges. I awaken to your love.”
“A silent stretching,reaching towards you, as the sun’s rays stretch boundlessly at the horizon, warming, illuminating; a softness over life’s hardened edges.I awaken to your love.”
“Take time to talk, but more importantly to listen. To learn through other’s experience, we share this human plight. This existence that enlightens us, that tries our very souls, that teaches us, We are all One.”
“A song in ancient rhythm born beating.It’s strength an ever steady pull and sway.The heart in our very chests repeating, echoes of soul, an expression of grace.”
“Unborn child nurtured by a mother’s heart. It’s cadence effortlessly embracing,that each are of this mortal life a part. Through love,lines of infinity tracing.”
“Luminaries play to a darkened sky. Each life is a star in the night’s lullaby.”
“Life's song is sung by many voices. The words written in overlapping verse. The melody it's power,transcending all barriers. Emotion, carried on notes, played by many hands Each of us carry the words inside. We were born knowing them.”
