Child beliefs I carried

A tiny sounds rips through me. A violin's sweet
chords echo in my head. Life gives way to a belief of
softness. That a caring heart does exist in the midst of
cold stone.
  A story emerges from a silent voice. A memory
that creases in my mind. Once, long ago, I was a child.
I believed people could overcome the greatest obstacles
if they believed hard enough.
  Time shared ways of life and love. Everlastings.
Forevers were very believables. When I did think I
would never experience all that the world had to offer. A moment of joyous tears fall from my eyes. Softness
happened. I learned to love. Hoping. Dreaming those
desires could not be destroyed. That love creates
Invisible barriers to stop harm.
  Learning to trust and give in to possibilities that
all are kind and generous. To see a softer more loving
me once again. Anything is possible with Jehovah.