you know the essence.
To stand in the wind
and feel its caress
as God's breath
is so deeply nurturing,
that we will never forget
we will always KNOW.
Dear Eric, your words dance as sacred seeds in the breeze and then they fall into our hearts where they will bloom again and again.
I love you. Margherita
Into the empty palms God will place all the treasures you ever dream of.
