Every day this week is supposed to be cold. But, my brain sends my heart sensations of a cherub's voice and an angel's eyes, and tender scenes of unparalleled joy and beauty that I have stored and treasured there. So, I know I won't feel the cold... The scenes make my heart warm... Nothing else matters.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Treasures in thought too
Every day this week is supposed to be cold. But, my brain sends my heart sensations of a cherub's voice and an angel's eyes, and tender scenes of unparalleled joy and beauty that I have stored and treasured there. So, I know I won't feel the cold... The scenes make my heart warm... Nothing else matters.
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