Raspberry roses lay at my feet.
I bring the fragrance of the petals to my chest and breathe in the aroma of God’s love.
I take His shinning fruit to my lips and as the taste burst on my tongue the juice drips from my mouth.
I imagine I’m in a field of golden hay.
The kind that glows like deep honey in the sun.
Lily’s whiter than snow-capped mountains drip vaporous dew along the edges.
Bells are heard in the warm wind as love from the Son pours down like spring rain.
Father you tickle my imagination with your creation.
And all this came to be from raspberry roses
~For more words of inspiration, check out my book Visions of Celestial Love.
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