The heart overflows with fortitude that none can deliver but the God of Abraham.

Waters of the soul thirsty ones pursue; abundance awaits our deepest enjoyment.

Rain paves the way and softens the earth ever so delicately again and again for abundance renewed.

Abundance grows when you allow yourself to be refilled moment by moment with what waters the imagination and the spirit.

Love’s gentle folds, broken only when we are too weary, wrap our lives, our hearts, and our souls in abundance.

The peace of the planet restores abundance in the wee hours of the morning when the world lies sleeping under the stars.