Life's firstborn
emerges
filled up
with
seemingly
endless
possibilities.
Butterfly
wings
miraculously
carved
fluttering erratically
on
heaven's breeze -
bleeding
softly
into
love's sweet
embrace.
Tiny
golden threads
interwoven
with
Christ's
everlasting
warmth -
the unlost face
of innocence.
the unlost face
of innocence.
Nige,
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is truly beautiful.
You have
a way
with words.
Love,
Me xx
wow, Nige, took my breath away. Thank you for such gentle words this morning.
ReplyDeleteAhh...thank you, Nige--for you & your words, cleansing & beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove.
Julia