love waits patient, unseen outside of time love cloaks as car accident or chronic illness baby’s breath or first ripe spring berry all things are time-bound for loss— but this love waits waits for you to turn around to finally turn inside
How true these lines are! It is hard to learn what love can look like in the terrible grace of suffering. Thank you!
Thrilling to me, Julie, how deeply you understood the poem. Of course that's because of your own spiritual maturity. Thank you!
WOW. Yes. Thank you. xo
How true these lines are! It is hard to learn what love can look like in the terrible grace of suffering. Thank you!
Thrilling to me, Julie, how deeply you understood the poem. Of course that's because of your own spiritual maturity. Thank you!
WOW. Yes. Thank you. xo