Thorny hedge of love
Garden of many flowers
Beautiful wildness
Of many colors.
Garden tended tenderly.
Each flower caressed.
And loved.
L
Ethereal Dreams
Liz Haywood-Sillivan
Music of flowers,
Scent of the lacy seas,
Whispering forests,
Delicate colors.
Beauty in His heart.
L
Prisms
Sweet rains
Caress my cheeks,
Leaving prisms of light
On tips of eyelashes.
L
How Do I Love Thee?
“Sonnet 43: How Do I Love Thee?”
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love the to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, and tears of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. – Elizabeth Barret Browning
Fragrance of Love
Your ever so near
Swirling fragrance wraps us.
You see into my soul,
My shame bubbles up.
Your eyes soften with love.
L
Heart of Love
Invisible hand
Soothes our cares.
Invisible feet
Guide our way.
Invisible eyes
Watch over us.
Invisible breath
Wraps us with love.
L
Even In Tragedy, Humanity Will Prevail
This week a series of events have conspired to cut, slice, bruise, and batter our human spirit. I just want to ask when will it end but I don't because amid our dark tragedies, I see the hope that humanity will prevail poking above the ashes of the now barren landscape of our lives:
I heard reports of people who had just finished running the Boston Marathon rushing to aid those who were injured by the explosions.
Karina says this better than I ever could. Pass it on.
