Across the field of tender sleep
I heard two whispered voices speak
Of one whose radiant autumn smile
They always will remember,
Within the hurried sands of time
This child will sweep a gentle climb
And shape the world she came into
That sweet day in November.
Then the voices turned away
And left a breeze as if to say,
My precious angel, never fear
But trust that love is boundless here.
© 2006, Levi Hill
Day 21 Guide
Today, consider your future. Think of how you might live. Think of the lives that you might touch with your words and your smile.