Holiness of the Unseen
Ice shelfs divide, green land turns to desert, winds churn vast ocean. The veil of the mundane torn to fluttering rags reveals the depravity of
January 29, 2017
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Ice shelfs divide, green land turns to desert, winds churn vast ocean. The veil of the mundane torn to fluttering rags reveals the depravity of
I speak to you in the gray dawn knowing you here in the quiet, there in the cold morning air; between you and I only
Smoke rises through brick and clay into a grey morning the color of frost. Ice layers the streets, cold penetrates into our nest beside the
The sun begins its journey north as days slowly lengthen yet hope is scarce, a sense of dread weighs upon the people. Words can help
Sky brightens as the morning warms, smoke from a chimney lifts in the air. Ground’s unthawed, the ice is gone yet the planet’s fate demands