Even the palest colours are breaths of mercy..
the faintest whispers are words...
the faintest whispers are words...
the quietest notes are still music..
and even echoes are heard.
Sometimes it is the still and subtle things that speak the loudest.
Open my eyes today Lord, open my ears to listen.
and at the close of this day may I not regret any aspect of it's memory.
Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteA lovely message to us and to yourself, and even though it is read in silence, it is heard out loud.
ReplyDeleteFinally here and staying in Unionville, and outside my window, the snow is melting as I type, clearing the way for spring to travel freely about upon its greatly anticipated arrival.
xo
Poppy
A beautiful sentiment. So glad you shared with us.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos to go with your lovely thoughts today, Lucy!
ReplyDeleteIt's been too long since I've been to visit. I've added your link to my sidebar so I now will see your posts pop up.
Many wishes for blessings of great joy!
Lovely words, lovely flowers, Lucy.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your sweet visit and comment. Susan