'Alis Aquilae' taken from the Book of Isaiah, Chapter 40. "But those who wait for the Lord shall find their strength renewed, they shall mount up on wings like eagles, they shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not grow faint."
Matthew Moore-Songs of Your Heart
I was a goofy toothless seven year old the day that Matthew was born. It is a day that is one of my clearest childhood memories. I remember it because my mother, Matthew's (Aunt Rosie) was on the edge of mild hysteria all day long. We were waiting and waiting for that baby and each day my mother, grew more restless that her sister was never going to deliver him. This day was going to be different I was told. Today is a sure thing! When the call finally came my mother cried tears of joy that finally he was here.
It was a few weeks before we got to see him and you can imagine how surprised I was to see a beautiful blue eyed, magical, baby boy show up at our front door. He was cute and cuddly and just what this seven year old girl had been waiting for all her life. I had after all practiced on my dolls for a while now. He was the first baby I ever held and at that moment somehow I felt that he was mine.
It was a relationship that we always maintained. He grew into an amazing child. He was sweet, curious and even as a young boy had the gift of compassion. He would share anything, assist anyone and let you cry on his shoulder endlessly never passing judgment. He was full of questions about all things! I am not sure exactly when his intellect over took mine but he used to nicely correct me when he was the ripe old age of nine. In fact he was so extraordinarily intelligent that it was not long before all of us realized he was really blessed with a gift.
As a young adult Matt turned away from the usual material things that people blessed with such intellectual gifts were drawn to. He valued his music, his writings and his family. He was looking for something bigger than stuff. He was searching for that sweetness in life that comes from true understanding. He was so brave when he refused to sell his soul to a military that did not sing the song of his heart.
The last big conversation I had with Matt was a great two-hour talk about six months ago. He was still searching, still hungry for answers. He was his usual self, firing off idea after idea (most of them way over my head) about how to solve the worlds problems but there was a sense of peace and quiet to his soul that I had so hoped he would find. He had finally accepted his gift and had found a way to explain the answers he had figured out with the world. He would write!
As I hung up, I was so happy for him and how lucky we would all be to finally have a clear window into that mind of a thousand beautiful shining ideas.
Some would say that Matt is a lost treasure but to those of us who heard the song of his heart his blessings will continue to be with us until we join him. I will be eternally grateful to him for sharing his song with me. Yours forever, Kath December 25, 2005
Matthew Moore-Songs of Your Heart
I was a goofy toothless seven year old the day that Matthew was born. It is a day that is one of my clearest childhood memories. I remember it because my mother, Matthew's (Aunt Rosie) was on the edge of mild hysteria all day long. We were waiting and waiting for that baby and each day my mother, grew more restless that her sister was never going to deliver him. This day was going to be different I was told. Today is a sure thing! When the call finally came my mother cried tears of joy that finally he was here.
It was a few weeks before we got to see him and you can imagine how surprised I was to see a beautiful blue eyed, magical, baby boy show up at our front door. He was cute and cuddly and just what this seven year old girl had been waiting for all her life. I had after all practiced on my dolls for a while now. He was the first baby I ever held and at that moment somehow I felt that he was mine.
It was a relationship that we always maintained. He grew into an amazing child. He was sweet, curious and even as a young boy had the gift of compassion. He would share anything, assist anyone and let you cry on his shoulder endlessly never passing judgment. He was full of questions about all things! I am not sure exactly when his intellect over took mine but he used to nicely correct me when he was the ripe old age of nine. In fact he was so extraordinarily intelligent that it was not long before all of us realized he was really blessed with a gift.
As a young adult Matt turned away from the usual material things that people blessed with such intellectual gifts were drawn to. He valued his music, his writings and his family. He was looking for something bigger than stuff. He was searching for that sweetness in life that comes from true understanding. He was so brave when he refused to sell his soul to a military that did not sing the song of his heart.
The last big conversation I had with Matt was a great two-hour talk about six months ago. He was still searching, still hungry for answers. He was his usual self, firing off idea after idea (most of them way over my head) about how to solve the worlds problems but there was a sense of peace and quiet to his soul that I had so hoped he would find. He had finally accepted his gift and had found a way to explain the answers he had figured out with the world. He would write!
As I hung up, I was so happy for him and how lucky we would all be to finally have a clear window into that mind of a thousand beautiful shining ideas.
Some would say that Matt is a lost treasure but to those of us who heard the song of his heart his blessings will continue to be with us until we join him. I will be eternally grateful to him for sharing his song with me. Yours forever, Kath December 25, 2005
'Alis Aquilae' taken from the Book of Isaiah, Chapter 40. "But those who wait for the Lord shall find their strength renewed, they shall mount up on wings like eagles, they shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not grow faint."
Matthew Moore-Songs of Your Heart
I was a goofy toothless seven year old the day that Matthew was born. It is a day that is one of my clearest childhood memories. I remember it because my mother, Matthew's (Aunt Rosie) was on the edge of mild hysteria all day long. We were waiting and waiting for that baby and each day my mother, grew more restless that her sister was never going to deliver him. This day was going to be different I was told. Today is a sure thing! When the call finally came my mother cried tears of joy that finally he was here.
It was a few weeks before we got to see him and you can imagine how surprised I was to see a beautiful blue eyed, magical, baby boy show up at our front door. He was cute and cuddly and just what this seven year old girl had been waiting for all her life. I had after all practiced on my dolls for a while now. He was the first baby I ever held and at that moment somehow I felt that he was mine.
It was a relationship that we always maintained. He grew into an amazing child. He was sweet, curious and even as a young boy had the gift of compassion. He would share anything, assist anyone and let you cry on his shoulder endlessly never passing judgment. He was full of questions about all things! I am not sure exactly when his intellect over took mine but he used to nicely correct me when he was the ripe old age of nine. In fact he was so extraordinarily intelligent that it was not long before all of us realized he was really blessed with a gift.
As a young adult Matt turned away from the usual material things that people blessed with such intellectual gifts were drawn to. He valued his music, his writings and his family. He was looking for something bigger than stuff. He was searching for that sweetness in life that comes from true understanding. He was so brave when he refused to sell his soul to a military that did not sing the song of his heart.
The last big conversation I had with Matt was a great two-hour talk about six months ago. He was still searching, still hungry for answers. He was his usual self, firing off idea after idea (most of them way over my head) about how to solve the worlds problems but there was a sense of peace and quiet to his soul that I had so hoped he would find. He had finally accepted his gift and had found a way to explain the answers he had figured out with the world. He would write!
As I hung up, I was so happy for him and how lucky we would all be to finally have a clear window into that mind of a thousand beautiful shining ideas.
Some would say that Matt is a lost treasure but to those of us who heard the song of his heart his blessings will continue to be with us until we join him. I will be eternally grateful to him for sharing his song with me. Yours forever, Kath December 25, 2005
Matthew Moore-Songs of Your Heart
I was a goofy toothless seven year old the day that Matthew was born. It is a day that is one of my clearest childhood memories. I remember it because my mother, Matthew's (Aunt Rosie) was on the edge of mild hysteria all day long. We were waiting and waiting for that baby and each day my mother, grew more restless that her sister was never going to deliver him. This day was going to be different I was told. Today is a sure thing! When the call finally came my mother cried tears of joy that finally he was here.
It was a few weeks before we got to see him and you can imagine how surprised I was to see a beautiful blue eyed, magical, baby boy show up at our front door. He was cute and cuddly and just what this seven year old girl had been waiting for all her life. I had after all practiced on my dolls for a while now. He was the first baby I ever held and at that moment somehow I felt that he was mine.
It was a relationship that we always maintained. He grew into an amazing child. He was sweet, curious and even as a young boy had the gift of compassion. He would share anything, assist anyone and let you cry on his shoulder endlessly never passing judgment. He was full of questions about all things! I am not sure exactly when his intellect over took mine but he used to nicely correct me when he was the ripe old age of nine. In fact he was so extraordinarily intelligent that it was not long before all of us realized he was really blessed with a gift.
As a young adult Matt turned away from the usual material things that people blessed with such intellectual gifts were drawn to. He valued his music, his writings and his family. He was looking for something bigger than stuff. He was searching for that sweetness in life that comes from true understanding. He was so brave when he refused to sell his soul to a military that did not sing the song of his heart.
The last big conversation I had with Matt was a great two-hour talk about six months ago. He was still searching, still hungry for answers. He was his usual self, firing off idea after idea (most of them way over my head) about how to solve the worlds problems but there was a sense of peace and quiet to his soul that I had so hoped he would find. He had finally accepted his gift and had found a way to explain the answers he had figured out with the world. He would write!
As I hung up, I was so happy for him and how lucky we would all be to finally have a clear window into that mind of a thousand beautiful shining ideas.
Some would say that Matt is a lost treasure but to those of us who heard the song of his heart his blessings will continue to be with us until we join him. I will be eternally grateful to him for sharing his song with me. Yours forever, Kath December 25, 2005
