Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
If it were written in the stars then it must not have been legible, For what we have is far from the destiny we sought, Or perhaps velvet twinkles blurred the letters, So that the script was transformed.
Crimson eyes peering soulfully from their sockets nestled among snowy fur. Sizeable head bobbling on a wiry frame, awkward yet endearing. Quick paced steps like the pattering of a heart, Nimbly squeezing through the smallest of gaps, the tightest crevices, the most claustrophobic slits. Built up muscles that still do not add any bulk to…
Prickling heat on Sun kissed skin, fruit mince scenting Homes filled with much food. (Hoping you all had the best of Christmasesπ)
Timber, honey boards Beneath my body, stretched Out in dappled sun.
Seeping blood, star leaves. Young contrast against the sky, Translucent in light.
Clarity in Muddied Waters