The water of life is a running stream, carrying us along the path of our lives. Sometimes as deep as a well and sometimes so shallow we fear we will lose our way. We stand marooned until the new rains come, carrying us forward to the ultimate source. Fear not the rain has come and together, we will move merrily on sharing our love. Keith
The water of life is a running stream, carrying us along the path of our lives. Sometimes as deep as a well and sometimes so shallow we fear we will lose our way. We stand marooned until the new rains come, carrying us forward to the ultimate source. Fear not the rain has come and together, we will move merrily on sharing our love. Keith
keitht93 1 year ago
such a pretty rendition of the poem and that dog looked very, very happy :) - jessie
charlottepoet 1 year ago