Rilke once said wrote that " I recognize the wrist of distant angels". My heavenly creatures live
too faraway from me at the moment. I cannot kiss their cheeks and or bring them flowers
from my garden. On this morning while I pray for inspiration to carry me through a day that requires the best of me, I send them both roses from my heart. Each petal is love bearing love. If you prefer figs or pomegranate's, pluck them from the sky- and feel me, feel me.
Love this, Jill!
ReplyDeleteSo incredibly touching my dear. Love you. C
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