I thought I was alone.
But, in the stillness, I felt You touch me;
Not a voice or a vision, but a thought,
A gentle thought
Leaving pleasantness around me;
A softness to my day;
A tender light cradled in darkness
Where I can come and warm myself,
As by a fire.
Thank you.
Love,
Barbie
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Your Precious Gift
This is stunningly beautiful... I can say most gratefully that I have experienced this gift that you speak of. I understand it. It is an honor to feel a soul touch your own. It is amazing how in aloneness... how often I know I am not.
Your writing here is so gentle and evokes deep emotion.
I love the giftings from your rich and beautiful soul!
Your writing here is so gentle and evokes deep emotion.
I love the giftings from your rich and beautiful soul!
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart...William Wordsworth
Follow your honest convictions, and stay strong. - William Thackeray
The bottom line, especially for my character,
is the issue of unconditional love.”
Matthew Weeden
Follow your honest convictions, and stay strong. - William Thackeray
The bottom line, especially for my character,
is the issue of unconditional love.”
Matthew Weeden
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