A glittering double arc of light and color
This is beautiful 😭❤️
Sometimes the real treasure is not what we find at the end of the rainbow, but the presence we imagine waiting for us there. I loved the way the poem moves from the wonder of the sky to the simple grace of a hand to hold.
Thank you so much for seeing that.
I’m swooning. Words as beautiful as these make that happen! ❤️🫶
This is beautiful 😭❤️
Sometimes the real treasure is not what we find at the end of the rainbow, but the presence we imagine waiting for us there. I loved the way the poem moves from the wonder of the sky to the simple grace of a hand to hold.
Thank you so much for seeing that.
I’m swooning. Words as beautiful as these make that happen! ❤️🫶