Here in your touch Is where all things flow: courage and faith, safety and grace, And spaces to grow. -------G. Hill
Touch is liquid. It seeps into the contours of life, The cracks, creases and crevasses, Filling it with something---- -----Something old and powerful. -----G. Hill
Love doesn’t die with death.
Love is a liquid heart.
Pouring out,
Filling empty spaces,
Into another life.
---Kate O'Neill
The space in my heart pinched me like an endless ache, until I crawled inside to float in the memory of your love.
-----G. Hill
Even a simple drop of dew fills a space I didn't know I had. ------G. Hill
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See also: Handiwork
GH
65 years ago and i can still feel the touch of my Mothers hand it will stay with me till we meet again
Janice,
Loss is such a frequent, lonely visitor. We can help each other find some comfort, fill the empty spaces. Thank you for your thoughts.
oh yes Gloria, thank you so much as I often grab one hand with the other as i think about my Mom’s touch- I miss my parents every day and this message came at such an appropriate time– Thank you!
Thanks, Gloria. Beautiful. The people who were so important to us and have passed continue to flow from us to our children and grandchildren and on and on.
Carol,
Thank you, for your comment. On and on and on it goes, flowing in all the light we can gather in our short but meaningful lives.
Hi Gloria,
Just wanted to let you know I never received the article on Buena. Thanks!
MaryAnn
As always, love your stuff. Glad to see it again.
Thank you Bill. I am not posting as often as I used to, but at least once or twice a month. Slowing down a bit. But I will be posting today or tomorrow. Let me know if you are not getting them.