church is not a go to place
but a space
where you are off stage
the beauty of creation
In the cycle of death
beyond time and space
an essence of forever being
and my soul remembers why I am.
Photography thanks to Expose Nature @WordPress
Dreams and hopes light the path for tomorrow,
not rushing what can be done to win every now.
Time is never managed
but lived in random synchrony within a moment’s notice.
find my soul ready.
photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress
The mountains hug forgotten ones
Souls known in gestures centuries old.
Wonderfully wild and high enough
where clouds can wet their tears and soften edges
All in breathless upward climb in rhythm find
a peaceful soul
and a memory, union sweet.
Then falling down in gasps of fear darker turns and twists
My footing gone
the mountain moves
in outward reach
A death comes sometimes without the warmth of grief
–emotion detached rising to shut the door
with you alone
in spaces outside of tidy ones
where light blends with dark and a journey beyond can begin
photography courtesy of Beauty of Abandonment
Each awakening comes with that moment we rise to a new day.
As the imaginings of night fade with each breath of morning sun, the liturgy of our daily sabbath begins and our soul celebrates.