My greatest teacher is not the thoughtful books and writings of old, but they are you:
your life of faith,
your demonstration of love,
your perseverance in the storm,
your discipline of silence,
your courage to let go.
Despite the thorns you have blossomed,
emitting the most aromatic and fragrant aroma.
As I watch you walk through this valley,
I am learning what it means to live a life that is worthy of the calling.
I am your pupil.
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Thanks for reading my blog Mel. Your blog about "Tracy" is very touching :)
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