The moment of miracles creates a season of joy that no one can destroy.
Let us point to the stars and breathe the air of victory like a column of unmovable stones.
We exist now as living vessels made ready for love.
Blissful summer days rejoin our sober thoughts as laughter fills our souls.
Pain is now a memory between us as the season of delight reassures our weary hearts. All is beauty when we reunite.
Life can be tainted with a despicable disregard for the dignity of our human soul yet, in the midst of that folly we see the truth that, we live.
The celebration of our return is indeed lovely. Our spark is like fire and our reunion like a rose beautifully blooming.