Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The love that we feel for those who have written on the pages of our lives never dies. That ink never erodes; it never fades. Than is why the hearing or the saying of something as powerful as a name summons up a barrage of feelings: countless smiles, respect, sadness, sometimes regrets, and the remembrance of the hopes and dreams of a human life.
If you sit on the prairie of eastern Colorado, you see only a small part of what is there. And yet, even the wheat before your eyes verifies only a part of its depths. There are deep roots there, both physical ones and emotional ties to the land and the people. I am so very thankful for all of the heritage and kindness shown to me there, heard in the unending wind, echoing my name and the names of those who have loved us before.
I pray for blessings on all of you and on your children and your children's children, and on the prairie beneath you. Wherever we walk, those who have gone before go with us. May we become the excellent harvest of the blessings and the joy sown in us by those will always hold in our hearts.
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