There,
The Tangled Place.
we find God’s Grace,
to be.
Imperfect.
Flawed.
Unknowing yet seeking,
something more than this.
Towards a crisis.
In a crisis.
Leaving crisis.
Turmoil.
This life..
There,
The Weary Place.
we find God’s Grace,
to be.
Expectations.
Limitations.
Wants and greed’s
Purpose, needs,
left empty.
On our knees
Praying please,
‘ Lord hear me.’
and There,
The Broken Place.
we find God’s Grace,
To be.
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Matthew 11: 28,
‘Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’
I truly appreciate the sculpted visual format that frames your work. I’m of the view that paintings or pictures would quite often be a natural accompaniment to your poems.It takes a lot of effort in order to appear effortless,and that you do.