I am a child of Canterbury. I am reborn on the North West wind. It reaches into my heart. It pulls up my head. Glory fills at its breath. Energy abounds. I feel as if I wish to run forever. I wish to climb a mountain. I wish to wrestle a bear. I am a child of Canterbury.

I am a child of God. I see the sunset and know my Creator. Only a Creator God would have a pallette large enough to paint a sunset. With broad brush strokes of indescribeable hue he paints the evening sky. Each moment is a new masterpiece as the sun departs for other realms. I am a child of God.

I take a step outside
and I open my eyes
and find
that I can't take a breath
without you being on my mind
there's nothing that I can do
there's nothing that I can say
I've fallen flat on my face
and I've been blown away