One day...

One day...

......the shivers of winter would be melted by the warmth of the budding spring

.....smiles would simply be smiles, need not be partnered with tears

.....there won't be heavy silences, quiet eyes but mischevious grins, warm hands

.....the hidden trail would come to life, deep with impressions of footsteps of the willing

.....the weed would cease to choke no more but bloom.

.....my mess would be a distant memory, blown away by the laughter of them yet to be born

.....it won't matter anymore.....

One day...

Matthew 6:28........ See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.



John 11: 35 Jesus wept.