There is a surrender under pain.
It flows gently like water.
From the cusp of shoulders to the bed of ruddy nails.
Things -forgotten. Things we left unsaid.
Made in sparkling white folds and deep dark trimmings.
Its’ grace of the morning.
Grace that comes soflty and calling,
grace that leads me home
kindness sister Krissy
Precious words, eloquently orchestrated into an outreaching hand made from a heart. Happy a Friday Krissy! Have a beautiful blessed weekend! ❤️🌺❤️
aw, you are too kind thank you and may you have a wonderful week ahead 🙂 🙂
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You as well! Hope you are keeping safe!🌺❤️🌺