-Hear the breeze which blows past
…..bearing upon it’s wings the murmur of time
…..carrying away the secrets held long and fast.
-Feel the ripple against the skin
…..each touch reminds of those who have gone before
…..flashing scenes of so many places we’ve been.
-See the glowing flame’s peaceful light
…..the joys and sorrows which have colored our lives
…..brightening or darkening dreams that take flight.
-Smell the scent of morning’s dew kissed air
…..sweetening the once bitter sins of the day
…..leaving in their place freedom from all despair.
-Taste the subtle saltiness of the joyful tear
…..rolling down the cheek with a swelling smile
…..realizing each day brings a fresh start to hold dear.
Karen Quinn 2013