Healing

Freshly fallen Like a wound wide open Vibrant color As the blood runs When the wind stings Hymns of self-pity His voice whispers, Come, tarry Don't wait, make haste For the color in your face Has drained This pains your ABBA Father Time passes Prayers in masses Gashes scab over Fray at the edges Pain … Continue reading Healing

What Hope-full Eyes See

Upon my face, an even breeze Crystal blue through the trees Yellow fluttery wings A brave moth, her actions sing Flower petals bright One of many reasons to take delight Hope in every shadow Our eyes are a window Receiving what we see Believing all pain can be Used for His good all to His … Continue reading What Hope-full Eyes See