Raindrops At My Window

Raindrops At My Window

Raindrops are falling at my window,
this early morn in November.
I hear the rythm of its sound,
and my mind escapes the world around.
Yet I'm reminded winter harks and I must prepare,
for the rain turns to snow I'm aware.
The leaves are falling silently and life dies down,
returning to the earth and giving to the ground.
And in this stillness I do hear,
the pitter-patter of life so near.
Raindrops at my window,
a sweetness always to remember,
this early morn in November.

Sisters

Three Sisters Be

All along we all knew this time would not be for long,

but just a while to come together even for a day or two,

and we proved once again we were strong.

For once again to feel the love we've shared for so long,

to tap into that source of strength no others can see,

the awesomeness of 

 Three Sisters Be.

Our fellows at each our side they came too,

because they know a sister's love,

is a bond that cannot be broken in two.

To feel this love is somewhere to belong.

It's all a part of a long life shared, a dance, and a song,

it's heard throughout the land, the miles apart we live,

even sweeter than the taste of honey

and more than words can ever be spoken.

To be a part of 

Three Sisters Be

Is truly a gift indeed!

Waiting

Waiting for snowfall...

Waiting for light...

Waiting for spring....

all through the night.

Waiting for good news....

Waiting for sight...

Waiting for miracles...

something more bright.

Waiting for the darkness to fade away...

Waiting for the dawn of a new day...

I've been waiting and waiting...

for you Lord to show me the way.