Be like the storm thrush, he said perched in a treetop waving wildly in the wind singing for joy the spotted bird voices truth: no roar, assault, nor circumstance can take away your Soul-created buoyancy open your wings reach up and let the tempest lift you— blow you to a treetop where you hold on and sing the glory of the view — Nancy Humphrey Case.
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