
it’s Friday babe…BREATHE

it’s Friday babe…BREATHE

Dawn’s quiet prayer. Whisper in the silence of my heart. Good morning Amen

When she sleeps. . .
I pray for sweetness to surround her like
waves~rainbows~butterflies~angels~flowers
all things good
all things kind

I was thinking about the birdman and how he loves birds… so I thought of making love birds in a tree… for the birdman.

IN ALL
THE
CHAOS
WE FOUND
wholeness
and that is a very good thing! ~ღ~

But what if no one shows up?
Well…will that change your love?
No, the love is always there
nothing changes that
Yes… People may change
circumstances may change
but the love never changes
Oh!

But can’t you see… I dream of
red butterflies on crimson roses
It’s hard for me to see anything
other than lightness, loveliness
and the softer side of things
I float that way
I dream of things like
Red butterflies on
crimson roses
and maybe if I can’t see it
I create it
I let it out
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