O Father, You scream my name from the heavens knowing that as the sound falls thru the atmosphere, it will fragment into simply sweet whispers...
...whispers as pure as totally white stones on the ground at my feet
...whispers as engaging as chaotic ladybugs that flutter by my face
...whispers as impressive as a butterfly's monarch strength overhead
I hear You call...and I lift my face to smile, knowing I have your gaze's warm devotion and your heart's full love.
...just the simple daughter of a King...
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Looking up as always,
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
at 11:00 PM