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Spiritual Sunday #1 Getting a Grip on Time ~

time slips through fingers
whilst heart matters are balanced
and secured in light....

Sending to Postcards from Paradise
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Comments

Light is the most secure place a heart can be! You've illustrated so cleverly!
What a joy!
Meri said…
Beautiful, Sue...
rebecca said…
i will add the light of my heart to
yours....

xoxoxoxoxoxo
Time is of so little matter when the hearts affections are in the balance. Holding your heart in love and light.
~Noelle
Carola Bartz said…
Oh Sue, this is fabulous! How beautifully done...
Nanka said…
Marvelous Sue!! ...the words and the shadow play!! Amazing and such a brilliant idea!!
Cheryl said…
Lovely poem. Cool photos.
Annie Jeffries said…
No secrets, no dark corners = recipe for a happy heart.

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