Rise up…Beautiful One. See! The winter is past…the rains are almost over. Buds are appearing, the Season of Song has come.
Rise up…my Beautiful One. We’ve seen the scourging, stripes and spearing. We wait in silence.
Blood poured out, sacrifice for sin. Mine. I wait. Head bowed to the east before the Rising Sun, the Risen Son, the Beautiful One.
Not According to Plan 
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from the heart and soul and so very lovely,
Many blessings to you, Deb,
sarah
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And you as well Sarah.
Love,
Deb
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This brought chills as I read it… so spectacularly beautiful! Thank you, dearest Deb! This is perfect for this weekend. ❤ and huge hugs!
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