This was written by my mother. She passed away in June. I just wanted to share it with you all.
I Am
I am the Sun, I am the Moon.
A Rose in May, an Orchid in June.
As wild as the wind that blows through the trees,
As gentle as a whisper that floats on the breeze,
As refreshing as the rain that falls from above,
In this world of hate, I am love.
I am the Stars, I am the Sky.
A night of hope, A day gone by.
As haunting as the ghosts of your fear,
As precious as the memories you hold dear,
As gracious as the wings of a snow white dove,
In this world of hate, I am love.
I am the Ocean, I am the Land.
A ripple of Waves, A grain of Sand.
As pleasant as an evening stroll,
As fragile as a crystal bowl,
As comfortable as a close fitting glove,
In this world of hate, I am love.
~Winnie Taylor~
