The Journal of W.R.R.
Words bring comfort to wounded souls
around the moon the whispers flow
into the pain
the healing heart
then let them go
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 5-13-2011
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
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