Sometimes love calls out,
having seen the beauty
of her own true essence
beneath all things.
Look deeper! She shouts,
only to be pushed aside.
But she remembers
that her voice
is heard most clearly
in a whisper
from her own deepest heart.
And embracing her grief —
as a quiet prayer —
she waits.
Nice wirk
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Work
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Thank you kindly.
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Amen. xo
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Awe♡
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AWE me too! When I shout it out then I usually go back to whispering. I was thinking about that today! This is beautiful! I love what is coming from this place of grace! I hear your whispers! They are the sweetest song to me! 😀 ❤
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💕💕💕💕💕
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