Scripted Letters to Timothy

Timothy My Dear Son, 

I have kept you in my thoughts for the longest.

How can I connect my river streams to your flowing river stream?, I wondered!

Maybe  the waves of the sea will make way for my scribbles to float into your city.

Then your household shall flourish to see the goodness of the living, 

To see the consuming joy that comes through knowing.

Wisdom cannot be bought by the strongest currencies.

But I offer mine to you for free because of my love for you.

And because when my bones get to see the centuries, they won't still carry this wisdom,

But when trees sprout off my being, then Joy, Growth and Knowledge will be preserved through you.

Take this as a message from me to you, and not a philosophy to dictate your life.

Take it as moment of thought provocation, not the ultimate guide.

With Love, 

Your Dear Guardian