It was given to me by one of the nurses at work, another goat person, as something she thought would be good for the website. But darkens you distress. He was a golden font that freely poured What goldenly endures, And though that font be gone, its bounty stored and treasured, Still is yours. The past is deathless.
Souls are wells too deep To spend their purest gains.
All that he gave to you is yours to keep While memory remains. Who never had and lost forlorn are they Far more that you and I Who had and have Judge not the price we pay For love that cannot die. All material, unless otherwise specified, is copyrighted 1997-8 by Journey of Hearts A Healing Place in CyberSpace. We invite you to share the information on this site with others who may benefit, but ask that you share from the heart only and not for profit.