amazing the difference a day can make, good or bad. one minute you are soaring high above the clouds, the next, you find your wings have been clipped and you are plummeting to the ground, with no chance of survival.
bird, soaring high,
hunter, taking aim.
bird, knowing not death is nigh.
hunter, his prize to claim.
we never know when the hunter's bullet will find it's target. we never know when our time is o'er, and our soaring is done. take time to love the loveless, listen to the unheard, hold dear the precious few moments in your life, and never let go. walk barefoot in clover. smell fresh mown grass, watch the mist clear at daybreak. hug your child, kiss away their grimy tears, and tell them you love them. don't miss chances, for they come and go too quickly.
3 comments:
I love this entry, it is so meaningful. Hope you are okay, Paula
Never thought I would hear you say "..and never let go." How wonderful! I prayed like the dickens for ya GF! Love ya bunches ~ Keep Holding ~ Me
Have I SAID LATLEY YOUR A GREAT PERSON.your right there is always time to care.I do hope things get better <smile> and be possitive it works.
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