Living Trees

The skeletons of the trees are not the dead things they used to be to me. I grow older, and the winter folds her hope into the cold with gentle fingers. The moonlight lingers, the starlight sings her melodies to seasons while the trees, donned in mere bark, freeze. The empty, graying hands rise and […]

God Most Beautiful

Oh God, most beautiful, arise to shine upon my weary ways, transform these shadows into light, and turn familiar tears to praise. – These days stretch on like endless night, weigh heavy as an iron chain when I forsake your kindnesses to sow my heart with seeds of pain. – But You are glorious in […]

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Living Trees

God Most Beautiful