A rolling stone gathers no moss- my bedrock, he was always there for me. Whenever I see Moss, I can feel the presence of My Father.
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Sunday, July 24, 2011
Moss
His were the first arms to hold me with love; his the eyes that gazed at me with affection enough to fill the Universe. His were the lips that kissed my face a million times. His were the shoulders I wept on, his the fingers that wiped away my tears. His was the hand that helped me climb mountains, his the heart that taught me I could do anything I set myself to do.
A rolling stone gathers no moss- my bedrock, he was always there for me. Whenever I see Moss, I can feel the presence of My Father.
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A rolling stone gathers no moss- my bedrock, he was always there for me. Whenever I see Moss, I can feel the presence of My Father.
_____
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17 comments:
What a beautiful tribute!
Lovely photos and great drabble to go with it!
Natasha - Such a lovely tribute to your father. I am sure that he was and would continue to be immensely proud of the beautiful human being he helped to raise :-).
Well, I was going to say ´what a beautiful tribute´ - and why shouldn´t I.
Great analogy - lovely :)
This was so beautiful, and so full of love. Thank you for sharing this.
GORGEOUS. I love it. Thanks for this~ :o) <3
so gentle and tender. great photo! Sue
Great tribute! I love moss, although it can be slippery when on a slope. Hanging moss on buildings is very cool too.
wonderful dear drabble.
Gorgeous photo and the drabble is sincere and lovely on its own.
Tina @ Life is Good
and I are joining forces in a followup A to Z challenge. We're going to visit and comment at each of the original A to Z participants, and we hope you'll join us!
Shannon @ The Warrior Muse
What beautiful thoughts! My dad has been a big influence in my life too!
What a wonderful post! Really pretty picture too :D
Rayna, am coming back to your blog after ages and gosh did i miss your words... your words are like ambers of hot coal. when i hold them in my hands they burn my skin but also brighten my soul...
-Manasi
Gorgeous drabble. Your Dad would be proud.
Beautiful visual and thought.
Beautiful photo and beautiful drabble. You always impress me.
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