Giving

The essence stays in the heart
when the hand gives the rose,
Hate gives itself to hell,...

I am at my best, the growth I now desire must come at the growth of others.

When leaves unwillingly fall
in response to wind’s whisper and call,
the oak weeps,
as...

I am almost too ashamed
to admit that
it took me years to realise,
the warmest...

The World loves things that they can love...

They can have those same things too...

I will...

It wasn't I alone, without You
Fighting for me
It wasn't my strength, my power
That...

Kissing my family with hugs and joyous moments
Giving thanks to our savior and the spirits of the...

Upon an old cottage windowsill

Within a white chipped vase

Seven pale pink...

I look at you and realise how lucky I am to have the the most incredible nana anyone could ever dream of...

Don't tell me what to do, don't tell me what to say,
because you don't own me any more, my baby;...

As we gather at the table we give thanks
For all the blessings in our lives and the food we are...

Once a Native American dream to believe in the good of the land
To share it with those who have come...

You gift me love that feels so pure a love that I know nothing in this world can shatter because of it’s...

My fridge is filled with many things,
like food, and drinks, and dessert.
But my fridge is...

Cross me with the tinged wires
Loathe me with hatred
I am not good, for I have kept my eyes...

I imagine my hands
the tips of paintbrushes.

D e l i c a t e l y
they brush the...