There is a far-distant sign that challenges us to forgive in accordance with the true knowledge. Listen, I beseech thee. Hear, the winds of change unravelling in the corn. Listen, for the still beating heart as it surges for life. Aim, the arrow of the voice that requests ‘harken’. Demand the Day. Warwick (in wheelchair) 35 years
Personal Angel Poems with angel signatures especially for children of all ages. A gift for them.