My candle would not burn, unless i turned it upside down. Or sideways, any-which-way but standard.
Lay me, down on my side, and if my flame is combustible . My wick is ajar my petals will creek.
Yet I’m not out of flame. Cider & Warm Spices, I give because you did not toss me aside. I give, because what is love, unless it’s given away? And what is love unless it bleeds? A heavy love of surrender- of- things, giving itself back to me.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
3 responses to “Coming Back: Reoccurring Love”
This is magnificent. It makes me beat (not just my heart which is not that strong) but all of me. Wonderful to see you again.
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Wonderful to read you again, Krissy! 💗
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How lovely to see you back again, my friend. How have you been? I love this piece – it’s so serene. So glad to have you back. Love Ellie Xx 💖
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