23 Mar 2015
» » » I met this little lady in the cemetary where my grandmother was laid to rest. She waits for the souls of the recently departed and ushers them straight up to heaven where they are welcomed home with open arms. If the dead knew they would not be judged but instead loved unconditionally, they would not hang around in cemeteries and she could quit this job. Until then, she waits. Drying her wings in the sun.

I met this little lady in the cemetary where my grandmother was laid to rest. She waits for the souls of the recently departed and ushers them straight up to heaven where they are welcomed home with open arms. If the dead knew they would not be judged but instead loved unconditionally, they would not hang around in cemeteries and she could quit this job. Until then, she waits. Drying her wings in the sun.

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I met this little lady in the cemetary where my grandmother was laid to rest. She waits for the souls of the recently departed and ushers them straight up to heaven where they are welcomed home with open arms. If the dead knew they would not be judged but instead loved unconditionally, they would not hang around in cemeteries and she could quit this job. Until then, she waits. Drying her wings in the sun.