There’s Only Love

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Life is sometimes hard. This is in memory of my mother, Leona, who passed on last week. Mom, it turns out, there’s only love.

“We are fire and sometimes we are light
We are passions that sometimes are right
And we are brick, we are mortar, we are ashes tomorrow –
that is to say, there is only love,
that is to say, there is only love.”

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Jon Brooks.ca

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