The Sky of Promise

They leaned out the window, faces lit with wonder, taking in the world like it was made just for them— so full of life. I stood behind them as they looked out, seeing the promise in that endless sky. I smiled at their innocence, quietly praying for goodness to be strong.

I held the space in silence, everything I know folded deep inside, and let the sky fill them—

As they leaned out the window, I couldn’t help but believe that somehow, the energy we sentd out into the world matters- that it could make a difference.
And there, my two little grandchildren, so innocent and free, with the love I pour into them—maybe that seed will blow into the wind, searching for fertile ground to take root.



Comments

6 responses to “The Sky of Promise”

  1. Corey, your words brought tears to my eyes. May God Bless your two little Pickles. 🙏❤️🙏❤️

  2. Amen…

  3. Beautifully written and such beautiful blessings.

  4. O Coco. Tes mots sont si beaux et je ressens la même chose toi quand je regarde mes petits enfants que j’aime aussi plus que tout au monde ! Préservons leur cette chance d’être nés du bon côté… il faut bien y veiller ❤️

  5. Shelley Noble

    Lovely in every way.

  6. Marilyn

    They are treasures in your care.
    They will bloom in beauty because of the love held your arms.
    They will sing a song of peace and love, I just know it.

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