Why are we here? Where did we come from? Where will we go?
Have we been here before?
All questions that have been asked for a extremely long time.
Does my dog, my cat or horse ask the same questions? Does the deer wandering thru the woods think of these things? Does the robin sitting on her nest of eggs?
I wonder…
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Gentle souls gently resting
Smiling faces greeting burdened souls
Open hearts embracing those that need
Gently raising gentle souls.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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