deep in the entwine
this shadowed and white capped flow
hallowed libation.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
and yes,
Moving water, this mighty flow
Ripples now its story
Echoing from its depths
The pain, the loss, the glory.
Boulder Creek, north of Ketchum, Idaho, Photo, Michael Sullivan
4 comments:
HI ROSE MARIE_
I could stay at the creek's edge forever - barefoot in the flow - feeling the movement wash over my feet and legs -oh yes, I could stay there forever. Well, at least an hour or two! What would be the first thing we should talk about, you and me?
Love to you
Gail
peace and hope.....
Dearest Gail, The feel of cool, moving waters, the touch of the warming sun, and known be the fullness of our hearts - life and love will be our conversation, ever changing, ever seeking its domain.
Blessings to you and yours. Much love to MOM. I pray for her well being.
In friendship,
Rose Marie
What a beauty ~ the picture & the lyrics!
Tamarind, Nature ever present in its PRAISE and GLORY. Thank You for being here.
Best with ever word,
Rose Marie
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