spring
And just like that, spring slips on the scene. Where once lie barren branches, now multitudes of tiny blooms blossom and burst in hues of soft pink and cloud white. They gently adorn the trees against a canvas of the bluest sky. Bright colors break through the monotonous green grass, and orange and yellow and […]
heaven
the Kingdom is in-breaking even now glimpses of Glory shatter the shadows echoes of eternal purpose stir in my soul.
after life
thank Godi wont goto heaven/hell
waiting for spring
February brancheshang dryand barrenempty and sad
a note…
to whom it isthat constructedthe flowers:
the making of me
the smaller i make myself the bigger Space i fill.
blessed becoming
the Miracles of life lie between what is and what will be.
wretched beauty
I want to waste time searching for wretched beauty,so I may hold, in my weathered hands,the grains of time — where we findthe paradox of humanityheld together in mystery by extravagant Love.
morning glow
see the morning glow gently caress the soft underbelly of hand-painted clouds
canyons
scars like canyons