Tag Archives: love
From the point of light within the mind of God Let light stream forth into the minds of men. Let light descend on earth. . . From the centre which we call the race of men Let the plan of … Continue reading
At times we see life through wide-angled lens, complete and beautiful. But focus changes. Pain, disappointment, fear filter our perspective and the world never looks the same again. Rose coloured filters may help for awhile but more often we just … Continue reading
Bleeding Heart Dicentra spectabilis Symbol of undying love
Mistakes. . . I think I have made them all and yet what should have ended in disaster has given me a life more precious than any I could have planned or dreamed. Leaving, grieving, wishing, wanting, life came calling … Continue reading
Yes, Jesus loves me, yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so. He is alive and He loves me! John 3:16
Best thing to do when you’re losing control, get out some flour and one big bowl, let go your thoughts of worry and woe, knead it and knead it until you know all will be well, it will rise just … Continue reading
Another beautiful spot by Middle Daughter.
Her faith is fixed and cannot move, She darkly feels you great and wise She dwells on you with faithful eyes; ‘I cannot understand – I love.’ ~Tennyson
Out there, in the big world, is sorrow, sadness, turmoil, and sabre rattling but here in my woods is only beauty, love and peace. ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan
You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
The Christmas lights were our nephew’s, he passed away this year. And many of the handmade bits bring memories or a tear. We hang these treasures on our tree, so that we’ll not forget the precious people in our life. … Continue reading
Me the poet dreaming my dreams, you the artist creating new scenes, me dissolving in desperate tears you holding tightly, dispelling my fears, we jumping into improbable things learning new patterns and finding our wings creating our world and living … Continue reading
This bell sat on the top of a grave stone. It stopped my heart for a second. Who, why. Should I ring the bell for them or for me. ©2019 Sharron R. McMillan