"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured, With your brightness, And the words you whispered to me, Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Of memories...
As I remember that moment, how rushed, excited, confident and happy I felt...a single sparkle of the same exhilarated feeling twinkles inside me. Knowing that I was guided...It's one of the first times I've let someone else take charge. Thank you, Lord, for such a nice memory. ^.^
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