What corridor is this?
What beckoning –
wordless
sublime…
is this awakening
or does death
posture
in shadows…
my heart yearns
mourns …
to be absolved
of this strife
Let me surrender
let Grace guide
uncertain limbs
carry me…
I am ready…
What corridor is this?
What beckoning –
wordless
sublime…
is this awakening
or does death
posture
in shadows…
my heart yearns
mourns …
to be absolved
of this strife
Let me surrender
let Grace guide
uncertain limbs
carry me…
I am ready…
let your brush EXPRESS
Sharing My Journey of Faith
Poems, Pure Reflections
-daya bhat-
Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
Slow, raw and chaotic. A personal account.
books, writing, farm, travel, family, coffee, outdoors
"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.
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This blog is like a dream for me..amazing posts❤❤❤❤
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This is so sweet of you to say. Thank you.
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I really like the ending to this one,
“Let me surrender
let Grace guide
uncertain limbs
carry me…
I am ready…”
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Thank you, Ali.
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This is both beautiful and sad at the same time.
I hope you are fine.
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I am fine thank you. This was a place we visited and I wanted to articulate how I was feeling in the moment – a snapshot to go with the snapshot. I’m glad you liked it.
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