Sunday, February 22, 2015

And, I rise.

sleeping children

When I lose faith in the world, in myself- I look upon my sleeping children.

I lay my ear upon their chests and listen to the rhythms of their beating hearts and metronome breaths. I listen carefully, for hidden within this music of life is a song. A rhythmic song of inspiration. It calls to me and more....fight on....make this world a better place for me.

And, I rise. Spine-straightened, resolve on my tear stained face- and march on.


  1. This is an awesome and so spot on. You have such a magical ways with words. :)

  2. Wow, what a beautiful sentiment! Lovely to remember!