to say that the woman who bakes bread is not an artisan…
forming wells from powdered flour ?
the ditch digger not a miracle worker pushing streams across the desert?
the child forgiving her mother…not a priest
offering petals of hope ?
Who is to say that any heart is not anything?
Each of us beating like meadow flowers …unfolding

So beautiful Kimberly ❤️
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Thanks Michelle:)
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That’s so lovely, Kimberly!
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Thanks Jean:)
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Wow, but truth 👏 🙌
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He created this world with a Word. Planted us in poetry.. each of us.. a poem:)
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