I feel faint with the falling away
of everything less than Love.
Words grow wings; swirling, flying.
Worthless things I refuse buying.
Needing no more; my soul pleading
for what is purely Of The Heart.
~Cheryl Anne
Of The Heart
poems~prayers~ponderings
Brigid's Hearth 
So lovely Cheryl Anne. ❤ And so true. 🙂
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