church is not a go to place
but a space
where you are off stage
being
the beauty of creation
celebrating
home
faith
Essence
In the cycle of death
beyond time and space
a light
boldly sings
an essence of forever being
and my soul remembers why I am.
Photography thanks to Expose Nature @WordPress
Winning
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.
Let Light
and Breath
and Love
find my soul ready.
photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress
Hug
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
– embrace.
Melancholy
A death comes sometimes without the warmth of grief
–emotion detached rising to shut the door
with you alone
A melancholy
in spaces outside of tidy ones
where light blends with dark and a journey beyond can begin
photography courtesy of Beauty of Abandonment
liturgy
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.
Pressured
Not just frayed but edges pressed
pulled away with time
in pieces laid open.
Broken bloodlines crushed
still reaching for daylight
heart in hand
in love-seasoned life.
Photography courtesy of Guldman “TheGolden Hour” wordpress.com
