Big and small they come in with glimmers of hope. They cover me like fire being ****** into a room. Igniting my fierce determination, carrying me like foot prints on the sand. My blessings come to me as a surprise, when all hope seemed to be gone a flower still sprouts from the barren ground. Soon this will be a field covered in life and beauty. Bringing me to my full potential. Thank You for carrying me, thank You for shaking me awake to see the small glimpses of beauty among the dirt. I've learn to appreciate the dark because the light is now so much more important to me. I will now go forward through life picking the beautiful roses along the way, keeping them with me forever. Thank You for carrying me, thank You for my blessings.

- Kelly <3

Be sure to count your blessings
every day.

Ice
gems
of winter.
Gleaming dew
drops on leaves and
fruits. Shimmering veils of
the rising sun. Wispy drifts of
rose clouds. Lunar flames of
Midnight's moon. A sea to us,
from man to ant. The entity of
the Earth. For every form
that it takes, it's a page of
countless stories.