timid soul sparks lighta feeble space to wondersharpen iron words And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark insideContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”
In wonder i must be still or look and see it all gone in peace i will stay reside my heart in creation’s arms.
morning emerges slowly unfolding ruby blistering later. crashing darkness bangs spitting out stars and swallows a weary night calms. withering blanket invisible white on white marks vibrant patterns.