Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

Lord make me an instrument of your peace; Where there is hatred, let me see Love; Where there is doubt, Pardon; Where there is despair, Faith; Where there is darkness, Light; and Where there is sadness, Joy.

"A rose has always been the perfect metaphor for beauty. Throughout time it has expressed emotions when words have been found wanting. Joy and sorrow, love and passion a bloom whose transient beauty has never failed to enthral"

~*You Are Not Alone*~

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