Love
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Sweet Love Departed
When there is, in this soft heart, a tear for sweet love departed, a tender wave of grief upon the shore; where do these small hands go? How do I hold and kiss and whisper each precious ache into wholeness,… Continue reading
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Beautiful Tears
In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading
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A Gift
As if to fall asleep in the arms of another could be anything less than a gift to be cherished. Life and her beautiful pages; how precious she is, indeed, for the sweetness of it. Continue reading
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Far Too Long
It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this. I’ve just been reading over old diaries, feeling my voice through them, knowing my heart. It made me think of how I used to do that, here. How I used… Continue reading
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The Angel There
As the ice drips from this frozen heart, here grows the beauty of feelings gone by. How I remember you, dear echo of friendship. How clear it has become that kindness was the angel there. Continue reading
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Beautiful
Let me tell you how the small things you do are beautiful. Let me show you this mirror, let you reach for it in wonder. This shine belongs to you, do you see? Do you see? Yes, you see. Continue reading
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Love Is
May they find the hours of my love for them strewn upon these coloured pages. May their names shine with my love, and may their eyes light with the truth of all they are. May these hours, and these pages… Continue reading
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1946
He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs… Continue reading
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Bravery
Bravery is born on the tender tears of loss and disappointment. Keep stepping. You are so loved. Continue reading
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Bright New Day
I send my heart to those in pain. Let me sit beside you in the dark. Let me remind you: darkness is the ship to a bright new day. Continue reading