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PRAYER Our baby’s heart, on the sixteen-week scan, was a fluttering bird, held in cupped hands. I thought of St Kevin, hands opened in prayer, and a bird of the hedgerow nesting there, and how he’d borne it, until the young had flown, and I prayed: this new heart must outlive my own. (Kathleen Jamie) ...

PRAYER Our baby’s heart, on the sixteen-week scan, was a fluttering bird, held in cupped hands.

LULLABY: Poetry of Kathleen Jamie | Meeting Benches

LULLABY My sweet little man, wild cherry and mountain ash, if you knew to stay on his feet would .

UNITED COLOURS OF INSIGHT – My prayer is to learn new things, as children enjoy the process of living | Meeting Benches

UNITED COLOURS OF INSIGHT – My prayer is to learn new things, as children enjoy the process of living | Meeting Benches

HEART: Poetry of Margaret Atwood | Meeting Benches

HEART Some sell their blood. You will sell the heart.

A PRAYER IN SPRING – Poetry, by Robert Frost | Meeting Benches

A PRAYER IN SPRING Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; and give us not to think so far aw.

MORNING PRAYER “For me it’s dark, but you there is light, I’m alone, but you do not leave me are cowardly, but there is help from you are restless, but you no peace in me there is bitterness, but you patience I do not understand your ways, but you know the right path for me. ...

MORNING PRAYER "For me it's dark, but you there is light, I'm alone, but you do not leave m.

THE HEART - Poetry, by Gustave Flaubert - Meeting Benches

THE HEART The heart It is an asset that is not for sale and do not buy, but it gives away.

THROUGH THE EYES OF KAREN: dreaming in the happiness of the night, in the placid ecstasy and rest of the heart, honey on the tongue | Meeting Benches

THROUGH THE EYES OF KAREN: dreaming in the happiness of the night, in the placid ecstasy and rest of the heart, honey on the tongue – Meeting Benches

BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS – Poetry, by Thomas Moore – Meeting Benches

BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS – Poetry, by Thomas Moore – Meeting Benches

WITH HEINRIH HEINE: go with him to the mountains, in the quiet huts, where the heart expands and the air blows freely. | Meeting Benches

WITH HEINRIH HEINE: go with him to the mountains, in the quiet huts, where the heart expands and the air blows freely.

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