What do you see . . . . I see sadness and worry. I see crying and drying . . . .I see pain and challenge. I bare and broken souls. I see change, and letting go, I see gnarled and twisted stories. I see fragility and vulnerability. I see tears and desperation. And I wonder, why . . . . . I wonder how . . . . How can I hold hope, live love, dare to dream? |
What do you see . . . .