a promise meant
for ears not one can hear
for moments spread
across the gift of time
weaved into another
this fragile love
as tears betray
. . .
touch divine ~
01 Wednesday Apr 2020
Posted a time for telling, Poetry, spiritualityin
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Would we step into the shadow if we knew we must rediscover our passions ?
How could we not? Do we not know by not knowing……….by wondering what we can’t imagine? Only by understanding can we choose the way meant for us. Only by knowing how home feels can we ever return to it again…. ❤
Imagination is the beginning of feeling, only through experience do they validate each other. Only by living it do we come to know life, and love ❤️
Truth. When we have known love, we speak of it differently than if we had only imagined it, as if it is somehow safe within our mouths…….