If it wasn’t rain,
It will be;
Sooner than you know.
And if it hasn’t
Risen just yet,
Wait a while,
For it will …
Though it may not be visible
Even to those who have faith.
This is snow
Long before it was snow …
And the same snow
Long after it has fallen.
I am where my forebears dreamed
They would never be:
Above the land and looking down;
Heading for the borders of belief.
This is a really beautiful thought you have spun for us to read….
Thank you …
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
hovering
~
we all
change shapes