I whisper of dark times, no moon times. (faith)
And I sing of light times, golden wheat and bright times. Of heart-full and joyous times. (gratitude)
I murmur of times in between, the light and dark times. They can be dismal, dreary times. Or dove soft, love times. (balance)
Embrace all times, for each time has a purpose, a gift to give you.
It’s up to you to find it.
by Lynne Hale