I am a Vessel
Cold and Bleak
My Colours may be Vivid
Or cracked and fading,
Yet Within I Hold Treasure Inexpressibly Valuable,
Wisdom Beyond Discernment,
Grace Beyond Comprehending,
Peace that Passes Understanding,
Love that Exists Eternally,
Unfettered and Unconditional,
Simply Waiting to be Poured Out.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found on Pinterest
Ahhh. I feel so connected to these words 🙂
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🙂 I am happy 🙂 It is a wonderful sensation, knowing you are filled by such beauty that longs to pour itself out to others. I see that in your poems every day!
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You’ve done it again, bravissima.
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**Blush*** 🙂
Thanks Ever So, Richard ~
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Welcome
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Excellent. These words sent a shiver down my spine. I can feel the tingling
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WOW!! I am delighted and humbled by such a thought 🙂
Thanks Ever So ~
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Yes, we are all vessels, holding treasures to share. This is an exceptional poem, partnered with a breath-taking photo. Thank you for starting my day with such beauty.
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Thank YOU Patricia…I am Blessed to Be a Blessing to someone else. 🙂
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perfect
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🙂 Still crying (from Stand Out) 🙂 Thank You 🙂
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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