Thursday, April 25, 2013
But I see so little of it sometimes...because my eyes, they're the dim kind.
Slowly though, they catch the light.
Increasingly though, they're remembering to look up.
And more than a heart could fathom.
There's grace, acceptance, and welcoming that greets them.
And before I know it, I'm again, blinded by the warmth of the light.
photo by: luca bortolato