Fear
makes him
hold his husk,
retain the rind of
who he’s always been.
But unless he sheds this shell,
this shroud, how will he walk away
from his tomb?
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I can tell from your photos that you are LOVING the freedom from snow!
It rained last night, a beautiful rain, and the world today is already greener. What a joy to be living outdoors again!
Probably won’t. Living fear-bound is a terrible inner prison.
How true. And the locks are all on the inside…
Isn’t that the worst?!! But they’re hidden, so you can’t find ’em without The LIGHT.
Brilliant! Love it!
Have an Excellent day, my dear friend! God bless you BIG.
And there, friends, is our theology lesson for today. Excellent.
🙂 Send a clerical collar up, and I’m in!
St. Melody, the Divine (otherwise known as vicarlowes)
Ha! I Like it!
; ^ )
John 12:24 🙂
Preach it! 🙂