Wispers in my Ear

In the not so long ago, I nearly lost my life, but in that losing, I seem to have found a new one.

Never have I been a poet, nor a writer of any sorts.
But for awhile now I have been talking to myself on paper, not a big deal for most people I would imagine, but definitely out of my comfort zone to be sure.
I write these for myself, but perhaps will share with someone who may ever stumble upon this page and is inclined to read.

I found that sharing is a very good thing :-)

My Homecoming Moon

My Homecoming Moon
Dec.08 2008 5:30 a.m. - I am filled with wonder and love

Sunday, October 31, 2010

We look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.--2 Corinthians 4:18

I will never be able to "prove" what I experienced during my coma and subsequent experiences, but all the proof I ever need lies within my own heart, and I can ask for no more than that.

A new life has been mine now for almost two years, I give thanks for each and every one of those days. Today is no exception.

1 comment:

  1. While we may never be able to prove what we experience on paper or in a lab, we do prove it. We do that by the ones that we encounter everyday.