Is it true that I am yours and you are mine?
That our paths intertwined without a reason or rhyme.
We met in such a divinely orchestrated way
that it must have been God.
Oh, how wonderful it is to know that we were set to meet by the One who hung the stars. To truly see one another for who we are.
Bare bones and tired of searching. Longing to be found.
We walked in the wilderness for what seemed like forever
not knowing we were meant,
together.
True, it is, that we never knew when it would happen.
But we rest in faith knowing it was written.
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Sarahbeth Graulich
Creator | Nurturer | Explorer
I write mostly about my observations of life & living. I like to make people laugh and think so no two pieces are ever the same. I also write about holistic wellness on my website Thoughtful Pours.
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“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
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