When I gaze upon the handiwork of our Lord, I cannot fully comprehend the wonder of His work; it is far too majestic. But when my soul beckons me still, and my heart suddenly fills with the wonder of God's love, I know it is real; I know what God has done, for it is in those still moments that the memory of the miracle God gave me comes to rest in my heart. It is in the moments of silent prayer and meditation that the feelings flow deep within my soul, and I can once again feel the rapture that coursed through me when God blessed me with an answered prayer.
For where there once loomed death, there is now a pink, healthy face. And as I gaze into his eyes, I can see that they now shine from the light of the Lord, for God is the light that glows from within. The beauty of his soul, which had been hidden there, now shines through the clear, blue windows that are his eyes, and from there glows the grace and warmth of a spiritual light for all to see. Somewhere inside myself stirs the knowledge that God is resting there ... waiting to heal another tattered soul.