I hear whispering
on the wings of butterflies
fluttering by
to rest.
Every flit of fragility
sings to little flowers,
through fading days
hear us say.
We will settle, still to be
the beauty you will always see
Vale to John Prine,
Folk-singer-songwriter, who passed away
in Nashville, Tennessee USA on April 7, 2020
You Rise and Shine
Dear friends,
I am selecting some of the many and varied,
lightest or deepest writings I have received.
They come to uplift, with faith, understanding
or the grace of spontaneity.
With Love Bee Porteous
Love is the well where Divine wisdom dwells
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