is how we are so tended to.
Posted on April 2, 2016 May 28, 2016 by grizelda3	This entry was posted in death, poetry, Poetry Spirituality, Uncategorized, video poem, video poetry and tagged Cindy St. Onge, Death, eternity, God, Life, Metaphysical, Poetry, Soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Spring, Video Poem. Bookmark the permalink.