Journal
Tag: Shadows
It called,
like It had a thousand times but today It included me in Its Light. It wore my hands and feet, and ignored the shadows of death, the insanity of the night gone. Then It said my name. Like It says yours, this is none other than the Spirit of the Living Loving God. It calls…
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Photo Prompt @Ceayr
IS LIFE STRANGER THAN FICTION:
It is reverse in my dream: earth fills the tap,
that bench holding shadows? Nah, shadows hold all; the sky is floor,
the earth her roof.
When I awake, I am in my skin, no longer outside,
Is it tiring? No,
it is very tiring:
keeping up with what I see,
and what I do not, in reality.
….
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