The weight of a soul’s death is heaviest on those born with a sensitive beautiful heart. That is your heart. On the other hand, without such hearts, we would be more lost by far.
Yours was the first kindness when I came to WordPress. I never forget true friends and in this world where not everyone’s hearts are truly kind, it is becoming a rare and cherished thing to know a good heart. I know yours is. I feel it.
Many thanks to you, Celtic One. I am blessed three-fold to be the recipient of your poem. Please accept a wolf howl of appreciation and these words from an Irish blessing which epitomize my feelings….
“A threefold blessing before they go:
Sleep for the weary, peace for sorrow
Faith in yesterday and tomorrow.
Those who go from here, let them carry
The blessing of hope wherever they tarry.
Lintel and window, sill and wall,
Nothing but good this place befall.”
Mother Wintermoon 
The weight of a soul’s death is heaviest on those born with a sensitive beautiful heart. That is your heart. On the other hand, without such hearts, we would be more lost by far.
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Sigh….I’m melting into a blob of gratitude right now. You bring radiance to my world. Your presence is a true gift.
❤ Candice ❤
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Yours was the first kindness when I came to WordPress. I never forget true friends and in this world where not everyone’s hearts are truly kind, it is becoming a rare and cherished thing to know a good heart. I know yours is. I feel it.
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I never forget either. You are very dear to me…. I embrace you, MW
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its so hard to tell
in the rain
which tears are yours
and which are the sky
but does it really matter
tears cost everything
and nourish tomorrow
a sacred sacrifice made common
so that the miracle of ‘common’
may continue
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Many thanks to you, Celtic One. I am blessed three-fold to be the recipient of your poem. Please accept a wolf howl of appreciation and these words from an Irish blessing which epitomize my feelings….
“A threefold blessing before they go:
Sleep for the weary, peace for sorrow
Faith in yesterday and tomorrow.
Those who go from here, let them carry
The blessing of hope wherever they tarry.
Lintel and window, sill and wall,
Nothing but good this place befall.”
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Be gentle with your precious self, dear one
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I will heed the reminder to do so, precious friend.
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thank you.
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