“I wasn’t enough” for a sacrificial love,
At least not for him...

From passion to patient discernment.

Steady the soul before the storm hits.

I had been seeking mere comfort, but found also goodness, truth and beauty.

His unreserved honesty was water for the starving seed.

Souls who embody love like angels, offering what the world cannot.

We stood on the shore waiting for the swell to hit us.

Everything has its time.

If I choose to ruminate then I choose to starve.

Welcome to my Reflections blog, friends.