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A well lit Passage

My candle burns bright
amid swirling blacks and greys.
faith is my strong flame...

I'm taking quiet days by candlelight whilst my love is ill,
I can't see a light at the end of the tunnel
but the passage is well lit
we are living in Love & Light...


Miss Robyn said…
give our love to your much loved man xoxo and love to you also xo
Beautiful Sue... "I can't see a light at the end of the tunnel/but the passage is well lit/we are living in Love and Light..." Gives me goosebumps... I admire your Trust, and your strength to walk this passage... Heart Hugs... C
Introverted Art said…
oh Sue so beautiful...
Unknown said…
sending healing to him, and strength to you dear one :(
MJ said…
Sending you wishes of love and healing Sue!
suzanne said…
sending healing thoughts your way xx
Patricia Turner said…
Blessings to you Sue...let the light touch you and wrap you in peaceful thoughts during this difficult time
Cat said…
I am with you

love and light

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