Beliefs, essence, heart.
Connection, bonding, affinity. Three-fold cords unbroken.
Stones in the wilderness. Ethos' collide. Scourging.
A tree on a hill. Last breaths.
Love hangs there.
Darkness.
Tapestries tear ~ seen and unseen.
Lightening rips the cosmos. Shaking.
Mystical.
Synthesis emerges.
A hush falls to earth.
Fragments, fractures, brokenness ~ washed by pooling crimson stains.
The Ancient of Days spills redemption for all. Triumph.
Destiny. INRI.
In quietness and confidence shall be your strength and within your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit ~ of great worth in the sight of God. Isaiah 30:15b; 1 Peter 3:4
Friday
Tides
Woodland Veils
Thursday
Meadows
Peering from the mountain's ridge, my gaze falls upon the exquisite rolling moorlands. A sensuous muted blanket of purple heather spreads lavishly - as far as my eyes can see. Delicate aromas drift through the atmosphere. Perfumed air envelopes my senses. Joy attends my heart.
Suddenly ~ Zzzzzzzz.............
Meadows: a pastel plantation for the pollen pouches of winged creatures.
Morning Dew
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