I love it when You speak to me
in quiet things like distant hills,
like soaring birds in empty skies,
⚘
my restlessness cannot deny
Your quiet words
like distant green and blue
and gold,
right here, somehow somehow
on my threshold.
..
RN.
I love it when You speak to me…
⚘
Innerdialects 
I see restless hands being gently held like a dove cradled in the strong hands of one who loves.
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You put it all so well…. that was written in a very still pre dawn moment and my heart racing like a trapped dove, yes held by the One who loves. 🕊
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This reminds me of when it says that God spoke to Elijah in a still small voice
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His Still Small Voice…. happy sigh.
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🤗
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Beautiful.
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Thankyou!
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Your welcome😊
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