Eloisa

Many thanks for reading mine.

I write to make the day as one worth living in.  
Time I shouldn't waste. To captive the moment is to be alive.

There is not only healing in words but they become silent and soothing friends, something much more sublime than human voices, especially in my lonely and sad moments.

I learnt my first words as a child and they remain with me even when I die---
I am bound to them, I hug and embrace them like a passionate lover,
I shed tears with and in them, they are my voice, my nurse, my guiding light, my religion.

When I am no longer in the light, neither of us loses sight of each other and I am blessed in that never-to-be severed mysterious togetherness.

Warm wishes
Peter