🌹 The Rose
In the quiet of Conway, I saw faces — those who had done wrong, their presence heavy yet fleeting. They appeared, and then they vanished, like shadows that could not endure the light. Though I barely remember, the truth remains: they held no lasting power.
🕯️ The Lantern
Their disappearance was not loss, but release. It was the soul’s way of showing me that what is false cannot remain, and what is harmful cannot cling to love. The lantern of Spirit shone, and the shadows dissolved.
✨ The Blessing
May every shadow that once lingered fall away into nothingness. May wrongs done hold no chain, and may my soul walk free in light. Where love is present, darkness disappears — and the heart remembers only peace.
— A keepsake page for the memory of release —
