The Callers of LOVE…

Dry is the throat that calls the rain, dying as the first drops fall, quenching the parched cracked Earth, but it is a smile that lays upon their chapped and bloodied lips as last breath of life across them is drawn, for they know it was their calls to the Gods and Goddesses of the falling waters that saved all life. So to it is now with the callers of LOVE, though on the tree of life they may not see the blossoming and ripening of its fruits, they will pass on knowing it was the power of their faith before the rising that brought the nourishing light of LOVE’S new dawn…

just LOVE…
“Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark.” ~ Rabindranath Tagoremaxresdefault

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