I am the Light
still burning on;
the Heart of Christ
beating in yet another
poor and simple soul;
whose days shall pass
as summer grass; fading,
drying; a dusting of prayer
carried by the breeze back to her Mother.
~Cheryl Anne
a dusting
poems~prayers~ponderings
Brigid's Hearth 
This Summer (actually this year) has flown by so quickly. I was mourning the fact that we got to spend so little time out in the Park… but your reminder gladdened my heart, dear Sister! The light still shines brightly and His heartbeats still beats within us.
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