Break
Like Rain upon the Mourning Cloud,
Falling from the Tumbling Thunder
In Torrents of Refreshing chasms
That Cleanse and Renew,
Breaking
Down the barriers,
Changing bleak and miserable
Into New Growth and New Life,
Generating a Season of Joy
Broken
Only by the Gathering of Clouds
From which Rivers of Life
Shall once Again
Break.
~Morgan~
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Gorgeous skies and words breaking me into a smile😊
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🙂 YAY 🙂 Keep smiling…even though its getting Bbbbbrrrrrrrr !!
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From which Rivers of Life
Shall once Again
Break.
OH YES!!!! Love this, Morgirl!!! Thank you. (((HUGS))) Amy
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🙂 Inspiration hit me like a brick this weekend 😀 Im writing Chapter Three of Standing in Shadows, too 😀 😀 😀
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WOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!! YOU GO!!!!!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Nice one!
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Thanks, Friend 🙂
Hoping you are doing well!
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Beautiful, but with a tinge of sadness.
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There are those moments when life seems to Hurl us about a bit. Thats when I must remember that all storms end gently.
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I think about you everyday. I know it’s been a tough time for you. That first Christmas without a loved one is really hard. Sending you hugs and lots of love.
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Thank You so very much. It was Indeed Different, and at times Lonley, but it was also Beautiful, Happy and Sparkling and for that I am Thankful. Mom was with us in Spirit, and I think that is why we felt such comfort through the holiday.
❤ U my Soul Sister!
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