: My husband woke up with this poem in his head. Out little boy, Ward, had passed on about 5 months prior to this. I think it's just beautiful, and I love that it's divinely inspired - either from the divine part of my husband, or from a loving spirit or angel. He said he woke up with the whole thing in his memory. I've looked about a bit online to see if I can find it, but I can't.

: What tiny hands caress my face,
: Sweeping tears with smooth and carefree disregard?
: Those minute drops that mark my days
: With steady time dissolve into more peaceful hours.

Hey Julie

What an absolute beautiful and inspirational poem to share with others. The last line of this beautiful message, is a message within itself. Thank you for sharing, and have a beautiful day.

Reaching For Joy
Ken