A purse made out of paper towels was left in my office mailbox. No name, just a precious gift from a child. It wasn’t necessary to receive recognition for making the gift. It was given with a pure heart. I have purchased a shadow box for the purse and will proudly display the purse in my office with the following poem. For those of you who have been blessed to see a child’s heart:
Anonymous giver, follower of heart,
Treasure of imagination, creativity untaught,
Soul is your voice, voice is your soul,
Healing hands work as inner light unfolds,
Dancer of wonder, spirit pure light,
Silent love prints, heaven on earth’s delight.
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Oh Patti!
How precious,scrumptious,simply divine is your poem! I must have read it 5 times. Why is it that kids can simply melt me away and take me to a place where i feel wonderfully safe! where i can join my heart with theirs!
thank you! sweet patti!
with love,maria
maria | 01.08.05 – 11:56 am | #
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 patti,
i join maria in praise and delight of your poem… i had no idea you were such a poet. i know you have a poet’s soul, it’s so beautiful to see it expressed in words.
it makes me wonder about the many ways and opportunities that we have to anonymously give… all that we can give… anyone want to share an anonymous way of giving that tempts your soul? makes me think of corrigan and his daughter and the rocks they scatter about through their lives… are you out there, chris?
much love to you, patti, and gratitude for sharing here.
sincerely,
ashley | 01.09.05 – 6:28 pm | #
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