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Where's Mary

Where to find Mary in the Morning?
Why in the hands of any
loving mother!

Visit ~
Suzanne Sperl

Linking with
Mornings with Mary
Recuerda mi Corazon



Thanks for sharing your lovely image.

rebecca said…
Dear sue,
Thank you for filling my heart with the truest gift of friendship. Your image here is riveting and haunting with the mysterious beauty and anguish of ultimate love and sacrifice.

I love too that you have invited us to visit another blog beauty. You are such a true example of kindness and generousity, of holding another up into the light.
Donna said…
suzanne said…
thank you, my friend, for hearing me. i am touched. your image here is truly hauntingly beautiful. xx
Annie said…
omigoodness, Sue. What a ahhh moment this elicited in me. Mary's hands. A mother's hands. All of our hands.
rebecca said…
dear sue,

i am finally home after a long day in the infusion center and had a chance to add the entire sequence of photographs i took as the sun rose on saint patricks day. it was only this early morning when i downloaded them that i saw the green orb grow to fill the arms of mary and the appearance of a cross of light. i hope you will return and take another look, so beautiful!
(as are you!)
Priti.Lisa said…
There is nothing more comforting than a mother's hands... beautiful image and thanks for the link Sue, that was a loving post♥
Lizbethem said…
A beautiful thought and a great photograph!xx
somepinkflowers said…
{{ almost
i could not write you
a comment

one of my last photos
of my mom
of her hands ...

even now
i cannot say more
about it }}
peggy gatto said…

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