John Geddes Quotes

Words are so strong and I am so timid my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint.

Your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I’m always turning over.

Who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children’s eyes…?

Before you, life was desolate the past hardly worth remembering and now, each moment a keepsake I can’t throw away.

I’m innocent still inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken and when I see your light it stains my soul with color.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.