Praying you can leave your lemons at His feet and turn your gaze upward...that's when my confetti party was birthed. :o) And glitter may appear next~~~
and it reminds me of the waterfall part of the memorial site at Ground Zero in NYC. They were discussing it today, how all the water will stream endlessly from above to below , like a river of memories, a river of birth and living and dying but not ending. Continual. Continuing.
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Lovely image you create, Laura.
Knitted into one....
yes.
Lovely truth.
Love to you,
Ann
Out at Laity, we are having clear skies. I wish you could see the stars here. There are no lights except stars.
Amen! Your poems always touch my heart!!
Hugs,
andrea
Praying you can leave your lemons at His feet and turn your gaze upward...that's when my confetti party was birthed. :o) And glitter may appear next~~~
I hadn't seen it that way before Laura. Yes.
the way you use the word "knitted" is perfect in this poem.
calvin and i love in the countryside. our night sky is a milky ribbon of shooting light.
i stand in awe each evening. i look out my door and find it so special that you and i are looking at the same sky.
gorgeous, perfect, beautiful poem.
Laura,
what Claire said.
and it reminds me of the waterfall part of the memorial site at Ground Zero in NYC. They were discussing it today, how all the water will stream endlessly from above to below , like a river of memories, a river of birth and living and dying but not ending. Continual. Continuing.
a lovely blanket ...
I saw that sky last night...right here in my own backyard. I didn't know how beautiful it was, until I read this post.
Great play of words!!! I was impressed.
I'm a new reader, looking forward to reading more.
"knitted into one"
I like that. :)
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