THE SOUL

A faint glimmer of sun promises to warm up a cold and frosty morning.

The soul is the depth 0f who we really are;

The soul that is cold and empty like a frosty morning, waits with longing within us,

waiting for the sun to come and warm the icy stillness.

Nature has a beauty that speaks a secret language that opens the heart with awe and wonder.

We do not doubt when we settle in our warm beds at night that the light will come again in the morning. There is an order to the world in which we live; a symmetry of beauty, that needs caring and preserving.