A Mother cradles Life in weary arms... Our Bond of Love Begins. the warm breath of a single whisper speaks a Word of truth... We hear our name. Round cheeks are bathed in the Holy rain of loving tears... We are washed clean. The soft hum of a sacred lullaby quietly fills the emptiness of confusion... We find our way. The bond can never be broken and we will never be the same. Prayer: Rev. Paul J. Keller, CMF. Please print this page and share it with someone you know! | | |