Glory in the morning, glory in the lightThough my sorrow’s burning I know I’ll be alright
Praises for the Glory, Praises for the Light
Praises for the sorrow and the love that makes it right
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DRYAD'S HAVEN
Welcome to my haven. This is where my heart lingers, where my soul comes to worship. Some days the muse will sing softly, but other days you will hear only the peace of the forest, the silence of the slow moving water and the quiet of the wind dancing through the leaves. You’re welcome to enter, but remember that this is a secret place, a private place. Your hopes, prayers, sorrows and joys may find an echo here. But if they choose to linger when you leave... well, this is the haven of a Dryad, after all.
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- Listen to the Silence
- Different Day, Different Clouds. Different Sunrises.
- Where Peaceful Waters Flow
- A Moment of Self Pity
- Living on the Edge of the Storn
- Embraced by Peace
- Shaking off the Winter Moss
- A Prayer and It's Answer
- Gulls
- A Winter Garden Facing Spring....
- Ducks and Diamonds
- Glory in the Morning
- The Maze
- Sunlight and Daffodils
- Praise For the Morning, A Misty Dawn
- Birds of the Mist
- Let there Be Laughter
- The Day of the Funeral
- Blood and Praise
- Sunlight Through the Clouds
- Lifting Up My voice
- Waiting for Joy to Return
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About Me
- The Dryad
- A poem, a prayer, a wistful dream, the hope that will always live and the faith that will never die. The secret kept, the laughter shared, the friendship treasured and the love remembered.
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