
Still I notice you
when change begins, I brace for stronger winds…
in my smallest deepest heart
Still I notice you
when branches crack, at the pruning of your hand…
in my smallest deepest heart
Still I notice you
in the burning dross, chaff blows with your wind…
in my smallest deepest heart
Still I notice you,
I rest my case, surrender to this mystery, in your lap of grace…
in my smallest deepest heart
i rest
Beautiful poetry, Micki !
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This is beautiful MM!
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I am on here very little. I am still here for you. I love you!!! Children spread their wings, but my precious friend, they always know where home is.
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I love you too. Taking break from wp. Huge hugs
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I love you.
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Hi my love, yes, I would love to hear your voice. Tomorrow perhaps? As in Sunday, as I am not sure when you’ll see this message. xoxo
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xoxo
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‘ in your lap of grace…’
love it ❤
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