When I feel the fire of you eyes upon me, I realize that our spirits are fueled by the energy of the ages. We are given only a small portion of time to fulfill the dreams and desires that our maker has placed within our souls.
We marvel on the past, not aware that with every moment, we are creating history… a history that will be lost… and only renewed in the future by the handling and examination of the trinkets of our everyday lives.
When pulled from the sands of our earth, these trinkets of the past remind us that there were loved ones and lives all around in a time before our ancestor’s memories. A time when the souls of the past felt the same spark of life that I feel when you enter my surroundings.
Take a moment to hold and touch the gifts of our union, and realize in the future, others will scan our place in history and contemplate our welfare.
Shannon R Killman
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