The voice that takes my breath away
In songs the birds deliver
The light that lays its gentle hand
On quiet thoughts remembered
The days that find this soul at peace
And still the quaking water
The trees that bend in autumn’s breeze
To whisper things about her
A balm unto this aching heart
A simple phrase as this:
“I love you so, my precious boy.”
Oh dear Lord, I miss.
— Levi Hill
Day 18 Guide
Memories often times light the passages of Joyous Gard. Today, draw from that well of life to recall a special time, place or person.
This is the last of the Joyous Gard cycle of days. I consider it a day of reflection and integration, a day to gather the meaningful elements in life that define pathways to Joyous Gard.
© 2005, Levi Hill