I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
-Emily Dickenson-
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A hug is a jump start for every heart to reach out and feel a love that is real. A hug is a need or maybe a seed to water and ****. A hug is relief in the midst of our belief. A hug is an innocent manifestation of love's tender intention.
Today I criticized someone about something they had said or done, and their character that seemed to be of content that did not agree with right and good that I could see, but then I turned around to find that those same traits resembled mine, yours truly that's right me.
In memory of what once was silently stands the sarcophagus, a stone symbol, a noble tribute to life's end, a final salute bold and mute. Yet as it stands the spirit lives and thus commands respect for both the life that was and the stoic sarcophagus.
My soaring heart stays not on earth, heaven bound in death and birth, grace, mercy, and glory be lift my heart outside of me above emotions of the day to the place where hearts should stay.
Vespers whisper perfect peace silent alms never cease, soft candle flames offer death the light of mercy with God's breath. The cathedral beckons us all by name to enter humbly without shame through open doors that reach inside for all the tears we never cried.