18. Life

Whisp

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

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