Cyclical Hope On June 2, 2024June 2, 2024 By Anna EastlandIn motherhood, Poetry A few rainy Sunday thoughts in a poem! Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
Beautiful Anna. It brought thoughts to me in silence. I wonder at times how often Our Lord has to clean up messy souls. Over and over again. LikeLiked by 1 person June 3, 2024 at 1:31 pm Reply
Rinse, repeat and shine… Gabriel and I always say at the end of a messy day, at least there’s sunsets! LikeLiked by 1 person June 5, 2024 at 5:09 am Reply
Hah, yes! That makes me think of The Outsiders…you can see the sunset from all parts of town. LikeLike June 5, 2024 at 7:39 am Reply
Just East Of Crazy Land 
Yes every new day is a chance to do our best!
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Yes! 💐
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Beautiful Anna. It brought thoughts to me in silence. I wonder at times how often Our Lord has to clean up messy souls. Over and over again.
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So true, Claire! 💫
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Rinse, repeat and shine…
Gabriel and I always say at the end of a messy day, at least there’s sunsets!
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Hah, yes! That makes me think of The Outsiders…you can see the sunset from all parts of town.
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