I can't recall the sound of your voiceStill, I bring flowers and meet the skyask it to hold me, too.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
In God's garden even the weeds are beautiful.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers
Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Pau...
And we will lie down on the ground and have conversations with the grasses and the flowers.