Holes are part of who we are –
life, when lived, dispenses scars,
beauty with a beauty mark,
evening the field.
Holes that humble prideful face,
put us in a wounded place,
teach us that to live in grace
is where our holes are healed.
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Holes are part of who we are – life, when lived, dispenses scars, beauty with a beauty mark, evening the field. Holes that humble prideful face, put us in a wounded place, teach us that to live in grace is where our holes are healed.
Beautiful shot and very inspiring words 🙂 Merci!
Thanks very much! 🙂
Some days the holes are just tiring …
True. And some days, the holes let the light filter through to the leaves underneath, to the little ones clustered around our feet…
Holes – May the be healed with love & happy memories…
Nice picture & poem 🙂
Thanks Rosy!
Pure truth wrapped in beauty as always.
Thanks so much!
Lovely 🙂
Thank you Peter!
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