Stories Collected While Living in France
softly evening comes
the sky grows dark
darker
the moon rises
with stars blooming like flowers
in an empty field.
Burning brightly
constantly changing
yet to the naked eye
they remain the same
down below in the silence,
in the stillness,
in the darkness…
the garden grows unafraid
of the tiniest seed.
SO BEAUTIFUL ! SO TRUE! such a peaceful thought provoking post PEACE BE WITH YOU COREY AND SLL WHOM YOU LOVE!
And what a spectacular photo! Reminds me of Georgia O’Keeffe’s painting style.
Lovely!
The image of the growing down below in stillness always touches me this time of year.
I wait and watch for things to appear through the ground.
Gardens and spring bring us hope and new beginnings
Much love always.
Perfect pure white flower of love
Beautiful, Corey. Your heart speaks to mine. Thinking of you, keeping you in my prayers and of course, sending love.
Your reflections are sheer poetry —— and prayer. I carry you in my heart. Thank you, Corey!
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