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Tag Archives: Peace
Carol A. Hand Gazing out the kitchen window Washing dishes one by one cloaked in golden light a glorious gift from the morning sun Thinking of my lovely daughter Grateful *** ***
Carol A. Hand *** Let me be fully present here, in this moment Focusing on opportunities to send out love and healing Not frozen in yesterday’s hurts and disappointments Not constrained by the bleakness of the surrounding landscape Not controlled … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand Life goes on despite sudden loss The sun still rises gloriously Responsibilities remain needing to be met graciously *** ***
Carol A. Hand The love of my youth is dying On earth, this lifetime, we’ll not meet again A long life is sometimes a blessing but surviving dear friends brings such pain Truly gentle men are so rare to find … Continue reading
Carol A. Hand A gift in the morning worth pondering… “Our planet is a lonely spark in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come … Continue reading