Your rays forge art from gristle,
paint pain purified,
resonate refined silver notes;
beams return praises sung by ruptured hearts
as gifts of solid gold
Magical,
mysterious
transformation,
mine if
I will but
step from the
shadows…
Your rays forge art from gristle,
paint pain purified,
resonate refined silver notes;
beams return praises sung by ruptured hearts
as gifts of solid gold
Magical,
mysterious
transformation,
mine if
I will but
step from the
shadows…
Lovely photo.
Thank you!
This is great, I especially like the opening 2 lines–and love the “p’s”!!
Thank you, Ma’am!
“if I will but step from the shadows” is a perfect ending for a picture perfect post! Free will is a gift that we are wise to spend in the Light.
Blessings ~ Wendy xo
Love the way you put that, Wendy!
I so often forget that I have the power to choose…
“To err is human…” I’m a human that usually learns the hard way…
Oooh, boy – me, too.
I guess we could look at it as more experiences to write about?
Write! (I mean, ‘right’!)
That’s really beautiful Melody. Especially love the, praises from a ‘ruptured’ heart. Well done.
Thanks Elizabeth!
I felt every word of this one, Melody. Wonderful job!
Thank you Debbie!