Thursday, 29 March 2018

Hope 2018


There comes a word
To break small-stoned silence accumulating in the soul
A whispered word, wisdom-filled
For you

There comes an image
That is not self-filled, ego-driven or face-less
It is faith-filled, faithful and evergreen through the seasons
For you

There comes a sound
Swelling from the depths eternity-covered
Pitch-perfect, shame-lifting with each beat in time
For you

1 comment:

marc said...

I recognize this in a way (similar experience). It has a marvelous, pure, style.