My Father held values high and instilled in me the same quality.
My Father taught me that love’s roots grow deep; and though quiet, always strong, steadfast and immovable.
In the quiet hours in nature’s fields, my Father taught me to see and catch the beauty in little things.
My Father taught me silently the miracle of love.
My Father taught me strength in quietness
Joy in peace.
The beauty in still, perceptive moments
And to see that the beauty that lies in the hidden person of the heart is very precious.
I have learned that my Father’s love changes not and in quietness and confidence is my strength.