| A Picture Of Purpose I saw a picture of purpose in my email one day, It shone from a little boys face who lived so far away, He was small and perfect and somehow spoke to those who couldn't hold him. The message wasn't formed with words yet somehow still stayed clear, and echoed from the cyber stars and clung to cyber tears. He told of hope, of dreams and fears and wishes left untold, and left not one without a doubt that strength need not be bold. Sometimes it's held in little hands that are held up to another, and sometimes it's held in a mother's tears who knows he's like no other. Sometimes it's held in obstacles that form along the way, to teach us lessons in confidence of dreams that are here to stay. And sometimes strength shines brightly in nothing but a smile, formed on a little baby's face who has already walked a million miles. But most often strength and purpose come simply from mother's love, which soars above the problems and the heartache like the wings upon a dove. Little Noah, eyes so wise, innocent and true, know that you've opened cyber hearts and they all belong to you. Written with love, by Shari Bonare |
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