On the first day of fall,
The spring run was full.
Filled with the baptism of birds.
Shimmers of silver splash
dance into the air.
Purest ancient water from the heart of the Mother bubbles forth
Filling the path with crystal clear Hope.
What you water with Love shall reap a continuous harvest of Hope.
Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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