Intersection of Grace
On the long road between then and now highways of violence, intersections of grace, messages from the world of the broken, hopeless to go on,
August 31, 2019
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On the long road between then and now highways of violence, intersections of grace, messages from the world of the broken, hopeless to go on,
I scan the water like eagle, looking for the tide within the tide, her presence in the sea. When she asks what I want I
There may be a day more promising than today sometime in the future but why wait? We look to the rising, put sails to the
Settled in below the morning fog within the motion and noise, I sit quietly gazing at gray skies and summer green, as an old stone
Sunlight on rain soaked trees, sounds of the city awakening, letting go into the new day. There are always troubles, ask anyone who’s farmed. Progress