Clock ticks, candle burns
I sit in my chair to pray
God’s grace fills my soul.
Batteries for clock
Extra candles on the shelf
God’s love fuels me.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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You’ve shared a lovely moment of contemplation and prayer.
I appreciate your reading my blog and your comments. 🙂
Wow I utterly love this
I appreciate your reading and commenting on my haiku.
It is a truly lovely piece of work.
Thanks.
You are welcome. I really like your Haiku work so much xx
so lovely!
Thanks. 🙂