My love is like a waterfall. It flows with force, freely, unwilling to resist the precipice.
I give and I give and I give, and I live better because of this. Service is a smile; it’s a rush.
Sometimes, when love flows over me, over the rocks of my life, washing stumbles away, my eyes get a little mist. it’s when thanks is too humble a word for something so meaningful and robust.
It’s refreshing when unbidden words and deeds come my way, a return on an investment that was my gift. A waterfall needs rainwater to replenish the self.
Even rainstorms in one’s life have purpose: to allow one to be a recipient.
Amen, well said!!!
Thanks for admiring my gift of words. Thanks is a humble word, quickly said. Wish everyone knew its relevance and value, but…Thanks for you.
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain! jimbo
We’ll keep singing in the rain, Jimbo – welcome back from Portland! Did it rain on you and Jo while you were there