The Indelible Essence of Being

“There are absolute truths,
But, of course, you can’t be
absolutely certain about that.”

         – Alexander Anderson

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Love is a living, breathing thing.
With all the Love God holds in His Heart,
He abundantly Blessed you
and me and so many others
He cherishes above all things.

At times it is not easy to see,
but Love and the self are one.
They are the self-same thing.
And the discovery of either
can become the realization of both.
Just as energy and matter
can never be destroyed,
neither can the Love of God
in a living, breathing creation.

It can only be transformed.
And the love your child seeks to give,
makes the transformation complete.
The love of a child for you is far more alive
than you and I will be capable of comprehending.
For a child’s heart is beating in time with God.
The purity of His heart has placed your child
into your very Loving Arms.

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And through the precious Gift of Life,
He wants you to know that He deeply loves you.
The love of God, so beautifully expressed
through the gift of a child,
will sustain you, this day and evermore.
Open your arms and accept this Love,
for a greater gift you shall never receive.

Yes, the love of God lives in your heart,
and in your desires and dreams,
and in your child.
It will dwell there always. It shall always be.
Time cannot erase the indelible essence of being.
His love will always live.

Look into your heart,
and that of your precious child,
and find it beating there still.
The seed of life implanted by God
is the very essence of His love.
It lives, and it shall always be.

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 Classes resume on Tuesday, September 2, 2014

We look forward to being with you.

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A Beautiful Song of Joy

As breath of Life, pauses, prepares and journeys.

As breath of Life, pauses, prepares, journeys . . .

Dedicated with Love to our Dear Friend
Jessica Daring
whose heart makes us all sing.

Our Life, our Love, our Laughter,
Can be a Beautiful Song of Joy.
Rippling through the air
Like water, natural flows.

Tripping down stairs of stones,
Cascade, then eventide,
As breath of Life
Pauses, prepares,

Journeys into time,
Into Learning, Loving, Living.

The Gift of Life,
From God’s own breath,
Is a song we sing.

In Momentary Sunlight.

In Momentary Sunlight.

As we come,
As we go,

In momentary sunlight,
Brief, shining,
Glistening upon the grass,
Helping it grow.

The heart,
But not with eyes,
Will see.

What we feel,
Is all we know,

Time in truth
Well spent,
Rings pure.

And in the end,
In the sand,
All our Tomorrows
Were Yesterday.
And this moment,
No longer pretend to be.

The heart, but not with eyes, will see.

The heart, but not with eyes, will see.

Did we let
Love
guide us?

Did we teach the heart
to sing
A
Beautiful Song
of Joy?