“You conquer the empire of complacency with
Little steps”
Her complexion was the soft hue of autumn
Her conscience was pure
She composed songs with her spirit only herd in the eternal heart of her mother
She is comfortable in the loving hands of those who care
A community consist of willing participants or the Creators painters
Those who paint with acts of deep emotion
Sketch with precise movements
Creating divine masterpieces
That look like little pieces of the Master
“You will overthrow the enormous forces of conformity with
Little steps”
These are the words of a mother
A mother who is ignorant to motherhood
“Little steps”
She said to her child
“You will soar in the beautiful vision of your calling, but
The campaign to overtake the adversary opposing your purpose
Starts with
Little steps
Little breathes
Little dreams
And yes maybe a little stress”
This mother wasn’t loved with the love
That she is determined to love her child with
“I am a broken vessel spilling outcries for affection, and hopeless aspirations for dreams”
Her mother dreamed of a family that wasn’t exemplified in her life
Little steps
Little steps
“I will love you in little steps”
She whispers to her joy
“I am still learning how to love myself, but I have discovered the colors of my dreams is the warm and soft beautiful hues of autumn”
She has learned to paint from master painters
These artist that refuse to let darkness rot the canvas
This community of gift givers going to the potter to fill in the cracks of her vessel
“You will crusade courageously after your calling
Create light where chaos previously reined
Even though you currently can’t walk
Soon the path will require you to let go of my hands
And reach for the vision painted in your heart
You may make mistakes
You may even fall, but always remember that
You conquer the empire of complacency with
Little steps”
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