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Trees, gnarled trunks and branches, standing tall in times of inclement weather.
All around, being taken care of by mother nature, as she nurtures everything for God.
Spiderwebs against the sky – silky clouds travel slowly behind.
Branches of trees, reaching out and up, look like spiderwebs against the sky.
Variety show by two individual females, doing many Italian numbers for us – sent, I’m sure by Uncle Nunzio – to let me know he’s happy, fine and with Mom and the rest of the family.
Glad to know everyone’s good and are together – it’s bittersweet news as I cry for those I love who are no longer here with me.
Sweetened ideas, heading into perfect storms of thought, extracting the best of both worlds, held together by wisdom’s delicate balance.
Tissues are held gently, as tears are put onto expressions of sadness, being felt within.Their fragile predicaments precarious and absolute until sent into messages floating away.
Strumming chords of lifetime memories, a voice singing clearly, emotionally, touching parts of my brain with
Deeply felt, delved into by a soul of perplexingsensitivity, filling rooms with blissful exuberance.A tenor stands upon a stage, reaching us with heartfelt musical wisdom, attuning us to our lives and feelings,felt with remembering.Lessons of life lived before now in tender cradles of ancestral memories.
Recharging inner batteries, finding my way through the maze of life.
Thinking there’ll be a time in the near future when I’ll lie down and be done with it all.Fragrantly sensing heaven’s gardens, no longer waiting, walking down rose paths in lights of bluened illumination.