There was a perfect opening between
the trees,
A frame for the Flame
Of Fire.
We walked towards it because that’s what you do when the Sun greets you and then follows you along your path.
You realize.
We walk in the Light
Of Love.
__________
In memory of Dee
June 20, 1930 – November 6, 2011
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Simple and obvious as light!
“He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth is not condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.
And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.”
John 3:18,19
Absolutely beautiful, Deborah! I wonderful micro poem in memory of another.
Beautiful
Thank you!
Thanks so much.
☺️💛🌻
Thank you, David. I love that.
Mark, thank you.
You’re welcome!
🌻🌻🌻
What a beautiful tribute to Dee – a relative of yours?
My mother! Thanks, Annie.❤️