Although I could count the petals of a flower the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight like a seed of hope always seems to foster, the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night. As I venture into Summer's golden warmth, expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart like an old folk delve into his youth, and a slight hurry to deepen for comfort. The splashing river grasps within my soul as if I would find my inner peace to let go the pain and its faults with the sun shining on my face. Having a desire to transform my life into a love that is sweet as a nut as I touched God's hands I felt completely safe with a flower of pure joy leads me to shout. As I find myself feeling strong and blessed, thanking God for yielding me to the tides of strength like a little sprout had been sowed, Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides. (When Courage finds Love and Faith)