"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."
Eskimo proverb
I also recommend listening to Augusta Read Thomas' In my sky at twilight.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Looking up
Last night with the moon and the stars I couldn't help but think of this:
"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."
Eskimo proverb
I also recommend listening to Augusta Read Thomas' In my sky at twilight.
"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."
Eskimo proverb
I also recommend listening to Augusta Read Thomas' In my sky at twilight.
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