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

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 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

When my heart spills out
To overflowing
I cannot contain the goodness
The love that flows is…
Like trying to hold butterflies
Or laughter that bursts
Spilling out
I wish
All things good To You

She is. . .
Yellow clouds
maybe pink
Dandelions dancing
she feels
like butterfly kisses
when she sings
She is. . . Me
MichelleMarie
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