Through My Eyes                                                 Friday  April 18   It is the sacred place.   We  both rest in the silence thinking of all the days we have already seen together and of all the work that lies ahead.  You gently brush some cedar needles from your hair as we listen to the birds sing.  I promise to add more tomorrow...                                                                                                                                                                     * I thought we could listen to the prayer for truth song with all that it means to us. I will                             never give up on what it stands for.