My hands have nowhere else to go...Unlimited appraisals have been captured...As the air brushed by wings is perpetual ~ So is this input of undeniable beauty...To hold back offerings of gratitude would be to ground a glorious flight...
Breathtakingly beautiful...especially the last line.
Cryssa
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2008
finally soemthing tactile; hands. .. graced and Godcreated. .. . that amkes you creationa dn creaotr within. . .. a self.made and undone. . .. .
exquisite in form.
i have truly missed these pockets that ahve no bottom.
you can find so much more in them.
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When I saw the title Touched, all I could think of was touched in the head/crazy so say. I've been through that long in the past. I had no undeniable beatury in my life. I had no gratitude and just went into a flight of my own for 8 years once. But then I met Tom and married him and got out of my touched state and am into a happier time from then on, til his death, now in grieving still.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
Are you still angry at God for having lost a loved one due to sickness or unexpected circumstances? This book will give you a better understanding of death, God’s role in it, and what decision is before each of us that would allow us to see them agai
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Cryssa
exquisite in form.
i have truly missed these pockets that ahve no bottom.
you can find so much more in them.
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