Winds echo
Through the silver light
Reflected upon the water’s edge
Upon this shore of my
Loneliness
Becoming whole again
Surrounded by sky and earth
Below the dawn
Holy hours
Spirit move me . . .
Waters Edge
Winds echo
Through the silver light
Reflected upon the water’s edge
Upon this shore of my
Loneliness
Becoming whole again
Surrounded by sky and earth
Below the dawn
Holy hours
Spirit move me . . .
Come for the stories, stay because it's not Facebook
Poetry is everywhere!
The beautiful picture of angels makes you happy.
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Because I am in the process of 'becoming' ... I am allowing my Master, Jesus, to weave the various threads of my life into His Masterpiece!
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Gorgeous! 🙂
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wow…
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Thank u so very much! Just beginning to write on a blog ~ u encourage me!
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so beautiful!
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