No Thing
the little way of leaving room
Somehow the Spirit takes on flesh and bone Somehow by ourselves we are not alone Somehow being smaller is how we are grown as within us we find what’s above Somehow the winter releases the spring Somehow in Silence our hearts boldly sing Somehow the best we can have is No Thing Leaving room for the Treasure of Love.
Beautiful.
and in that love we find hope... thank you my dear Sister 💖🙏✨🌹