A warm whisper.
A gentle caress.
Assurance that greatness can come from gentleness.
Exhaling self doubt,
Inhaling self love.
We rest in the knowledge that light has drawn us together,
and the depths of hell can not tear us apart.
Through sickness, pain and rain,
our joy is full because our love was built on the solid rock of divine timing.
- Poetry Challenge Day 24: SOULar Power (anexerciseindiscipline.wordpress.com)
- Poetry Challenge Day 26: Travelin’ Shoes (wholeness4all.wordpress.com)
- For the Love of Me (patcegan.wordpress.com)