Sunday morning poetry. Church; my words, spoken to me, shared lovingly to you. Second chance to make it right. Every Sunday for a year.
Who dares to escape walls to find meaning?
Asphalted valley twists
flanked by mountainous fortified edges.
Read between, polished hushes.
Take part in the sacred chemistry.
brighter than the bordering star.
past by running feet.
Inspirational blog that caught my fancy this morning can be found here… http://richardankers.com/