POEMS
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THE GARDEN ANGEL
In the corner of the garden
in the quiet of the soft place of solitude
where the weary soul can find rest
the restless soul can find peace
and the sad soul can find joy
dwells the garden angel.
One cloudy day while resting there I asked
how did an angel come to here reside?
“I came to be here to share times when you are happy,
to watch over you in times of trial
and protect you in times of trouble.
Your heavenly father did not intend you should face difficulties alone
or lack someone to share either large or small joys.
I keep this place, that it may always be a shelter,
that it may always be calm and beautiful,
and that you may never have to face this world alone.”
© Candace
WHY
For everything in our lives there is a reason, a season, or a lifetime
– it is not ours to define what category anything falls into.
Everything in our lives falls under these three categories
– from the most insignificant and mundane item we encounter
to people in our lives,
there is a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
© Candace
A REASON, A SEASON, A LIFETIME
POETRY
IN LOVING MEMORY
If I could offer only one suggestion to others about their loves
it would be this, 'Make and record as many wonderful memories as
you can". Too often we put off that extra walk, that chance to play,
to hug, or to love. Too often we say to ourself, 'I'll take some
photos tomorrow'. And too often we run out of tomorrows.
I wish I had more photos of my angels - in some instances I wish I
had even one - even a poor one is better than none. I have no photos
of Velvet, my sweet little boy with shiny a black coat and tiny white
feet. I wish I had photos of all of my feral babies, and I feel lucky
I have those i do, but it is no where near all i have cared for and lost.
TRIBUTES
Please enjoy your visit in my word garden, come often.
We are constantly growing.
And if you find comfort or joy here,
please share this site with your friends.
Thank You,
Candace / Silver Dawn
  
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