It was your Grandmother's words...
and your words...
and Sir John Stevenson's words...
They broke my heart.
i guess you could say that i was
so moved by your "last rose of summer" post
that i instantly became insensed and inspired.
As i still am.

i was reaching for "never alone"
i was reaching for "never leaves"
"is always there" "shall not falter"
"always soothes"
i was reaching for "what shelters me
to shelter them, to shelter you."
"the strength of spirit shining through"
"the healing way that spirit moves"
"angels among us who love us"
Guess i was reaching for comfort too.
Chi2007