Open My Eyes – A Meditation
September 1, 2014
Breathe in. Slowly. Trace it to the core of my spirit. So tired. Shadows aren’t meant to be sharp. Why did I stop gathering life’s simple flowers, closing my eyes to their beauty, letting them slip through my hands to the ground? Flowers need sun to shine. What happened to their joyful faces? Something … More Open My Eyes – A Meditation