…your time here, your life; it maybe far different from mine, yet here for a breath we meet, brothers / sisters in a time like ne’er before…
I respect that your presence, your heart is the physical manifestation of God; we are so alike, we are different but alike in ways too many to not remember. I respect that we walked this year together, torn, mended, healing, broken, like dawns and dusks, we like oceans and shore lines .. crashing building castles; our prints settle in an earth in a time we will never forget. We may never meet but we have, here, now, this new day. And I stare at these lines that spill me to a person I might hear from, I might not. I stare at all this with respect.
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Likewise Rayla . Blessings
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Thankyou dear Brother Bruce 🌻
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a quiet piece, glad I stopped by. Visiting from FMF19
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You say I must respect your words,
and I do, with all my breath,
but not if they will point me towards
a million infant deaths.
You say I must respect your choice,
that parenthood’s a trial,
and that I must ignore the voice
of the lonely unborn child.
But friend, this is a mite too far,
you ask what I can’t give;
underneath the guiding star,
had Christ not right to live?
Or does Herod’s fell command
stay my heart, and stay my hand?
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I love this! The thought that we are all woven together by circumstance, activity, the sharing of words, and most importantly the One who orchestrates all! Glad to be your #fmf neighbor, Cindy
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I appreciate you as well.
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Beautifully said and completely true!
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Yes Rayla. We are all One – Love 💕
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