branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness
scintillating sparkles in oceans of inky blackness
This is the essence of hope – Vistas unshrouded by light.
the crooked made straight
we wait and wait…and…
They say love lasts forever.
water carries life and death at once.
I fear that I shall never live to see / a world that’s lived the way her God designed
Today I live and stand in my own story.
if only I could turn
the whole structure
Her only adornments are hope and innocence An instinctive modesty, not a conscious constraint
Today I will let others’ words speak: From this morning’s episode of “On Being“, with Krista Tippett: The Summer Day Mary … More