Sticks and stones

She brings me sticks and stones,

But never, ever has She called me names that hurt me.

You may think they are simply nursery rhymes

Or wishes upon stars

But they are prayers

And prayers get answered in the most surprising ways.

Like sticks dropped at your feet,

Like the blessing of bright eyes looking up,

Like the grace of Love.

About eteal

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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