card 3, Gallery 2
At her current age,
strongly resists the mere
idea of rebirth.
Both thoughts
and feelings whirl
in wind of confusion.
Twirling themselves
into tightening knots
of not possible.
But finally slow
to knit themselves
into soft warm shawl
that falls like gentle sunrise
to drape her still
quivering shoulders.
Elizabeth Crawford 5/21/2020
Notes: Image is from the Soul Cards, created by Deborah Koff-Chapin.
Her site may be found here: https://touchdrawing.com/
Soul's Music 
I love that soft warm shawl around the shoulders. I am so tired from this lifetime, I hope to rest before my next one. LOL.
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I agree with Sherry above…I am so, so tired…
Lovey poem, Elizabeth.
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That’s lovely, Elizabeth.
Love,
Pamela
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I feel your lovely words rally around me, Elizabeth. I am definitely in need of a soft, comforting “shawl” these days.
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