"Pale hoar-frost glittered in shady slips..."
-Anne Glenny Wilson
God of wonder
whose love reaches around
corners
-dark-
to find me
Nestle in me
a
courageous faith
that lets loose
the icy heart
and
glistens
gold
at
sunrise
Holly, you capture beauty so well, its all whimsy and wondrous your words on this page.
ReplyDeleteStill thinking of how to do the tandem a line from you a line from me, logistically. Journey to Epiphany kd Sullivan, is doing a community poem. I love to play scrabble, so I am thinking more of a line from you a line from me. Pick a topic? Thanks for kind words at my place, our church is in a painful schism. Grievous spirit.
Beautiful Holly.
ReplyDeleteOh! Sigh...
ReplyDeleteLove the photo and the words, Holly. Gorge. (ous).
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, I am so sorry about all that is occurring in your church. That pain cuts deep, I'm sure. Praying for peace and grace to rain down there.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe picture and the words... so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis poem, an economy of words, is stunning. It's the prayer of my own heart.... I find myself thinking "Did I write that??" Oh, to pen such beauty!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lori.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sandra. So glad to have you in this space.
ReplyDeleteKit, thank you friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Too bad we're not still in Atlanta. We used to live in Southwest Atlanta.
ReplyDeleteEyvonne, thank you, friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Robin.
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