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The sun can rise and shine brightly without your consent.
The waves send water to fall upon the mountains.
Flowers and weeds emerge out of the most minuscule seeds.

The moon always travels across the sky, seen or not.
Snow melts and freezes into ice, then melts some more.
Baby birds open their mouths wide for worms.

If all this can happen without your approval

What would happen if you loosened your grip?
Let down your hair?
Spoke no words, but listened intently?


Janice has been a good friend to many of us at the Peak and is a frequent contributor in our forums. Living in Canada, she's been married for twenty years and raises four sons on a small hobby farm. Her passion, she says, is 'encouraging people to live life well!'

© Copyright 2004 by Janice Stephens

 

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