When the ink of my soul runs dry
Sometimes, when the ink of my soul runs dry,
when my heart is too hurt to sing, the words too painful to be said,
then the silence is my voice, the blue sky my hope,
the ocean is my tear,
the stars are my dreams,
the flowers my smile, and the birds my freedom.
Your Peace overflows.
The beauty of each day overwhelms me.
Our Lord doesn't show himself when you look for him, but when he wants you to see him!
All stories or movies end with "happily ever after" which gives us a sense of security, that all is well and that the future is in our hands.
But I'm not here to promise you a golden future. I'm only here to make you aware of a world with all the uncertainties and insecurities that life is made of.