When the day started the bride did pray in the morning of the spring. The dawn had not yet ascended and a view outside was a fading reddish pink sky. She wanted to kiss lips so she wrote a tender love letter in the latter days of morning.
Her Bridegroom was sending messages with Clouds and she stood and watched......so moving were his gifts. She did have love and thoughts of being with her Forever Lover. O' The Passions moved her soul....and then a messenger arrived with a gift to wear around her neck. The receiving reflected the Son in her heart.
Her letter concluded...
My Love,
My Love,
My Beautiful Darling,
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY ESCAPESMar2015
"But if any man love God, the same is known by him."
