Dappled light whispers.
Palm fronds brush the shifting sands.
I watch and reflect.
Far in the distance,
the horizon beckons with
possibility.
“I am here,” it says.
“You can still try and reach me.”
“You must not give up.”
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HI JUDY -
Oh my, so beautiful, so deeply and passionately true. My tears flow steadily as of late. I am greiving so much.
Love Gail
peace.....
This is superb Judy!
I hear the whispers, as I try not to lose sight of the horizon.
"You must not give up." I don't have the sand, sea, and palms to whisper it -- it's a never-ending mantra in my brain.
Peace,
Muff
Gail, sorry your grief has been more present recently. I hope you find some solace soon.
Karen, thanks! This is one of my favorites, one of those that I read much later after the fact and wonder, where did that come from?
Muff, consciously felt or not, that too is my mantra.
Beautiful. We must never stop listening...to hear.
Diane, I agree.
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