They live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them, whose love for the Lord of Love has consumed every selfish desire and sense craving tormenting the heart.¹
This pair of stones once pointed tall, but now they’re near the ground. It doesn’t matter where they lay. May our ears hear what they would say with love without a sound.
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Thans for sharing this 🙂
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My pleasure and if you are a Mother….Wishing you a Blessed, Happy & Joyous Mothers day.
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I am indeed, a mother and grandmother.. and I thank you.
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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