Beloved, You are wax and wick; the candle unlit as I sit bereft. Beloved, You are books unread, tears not shed, swallowed songs. Beloved, You are prayers waylaid, paths forsaken, poems abandoned.
From the archives. Seems appropriate for the moment at hand. Comfort, healing, and peace to All. ~Cheryl Anne
It's important to recognize grief and give it space as it needs. Releasing that energy allows the light back in. Sending you love and light dear one xoxo
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