Wednesday, March 23, 2011

"Those true eyes..."


too pure and too honest in aught to disguise the sweet soul shining through them." ~ Owen Meredith

Could I thread all that I see through the eye of the needle... a stillness... a moment in time? Each miracle has its moment and they thread together so...
During the still, I take my moments, choosing, just so, and breathe out and slide them through the eye of the sweet, salty, storm.
Eye sketch and poetry by Amy Sperry Faldet

8 comments:

Bella said...

Beautiful. :)
Stop by for a visit if you get a chance; I am moving my blog.
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Faerie Moon Creations said...

Very beautiful prose and art. Theresa

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

I am reading Mary Oliver right now, and I am so loving poetry. Dearest, your words just drip down like honey....so tender is our world, non? Blessings to you, Anita

Róisín said...

Such pretty peepers! Windows to the soul indeed :) Another wonderful post, my friend. I hope the day finds you well!
Roisin x

Georgianna said...

Magnificent, dear Amy. Goosebumps and wonder! I love seeing the world through your eyes! love, – g

Jessie said...

Such beautiful eyes Amy, did you use yourself as a model? I love to see sparkley eyes come to life on the page. :)xx

Such a Wondrous Place this Faery Space said...

Thanks for visiting everyone, what light you bring with you. Yes, wow, they are my eyes, Jessie! You have a knack for noticing! Have a blessed day wonderful people! Blessings.

duendes said...

hello my friend, a very cut i loved it!
In our blog there is a marriage that you can't lose,ok?
Happy weekend,
hugs