Love and Tolerance, by Wendy Sparling Subscribe to rss feed for Wendy Sparling

When love was a THOUGHT

blossoming into devotion, 

tolerance developed slowly

and maturity ebbed with the tide.


I need not go forward nor backward

for my fortress holds my head high 

and my insight breeds tolerance

for all who dare to forsake me.


I stand steadfast aware of BEING

and I LIVE every precious MOMENT, 

while inhaling the peaceful essence

of tranquility in silent abundance. 


Posted: 2018-02-17 23:07:14 UTC

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