Reaching from out to in, future through past for this tactile day.
Evading the magnetic north of separation,
still looking for merging places past submerging faces.
Tacit in self-flagellation, preferring the flesh of music,
origins reemerge and kiss what will be with lips of what was,
resuscitates love not so long lost but with luster removed.
Eternity wins out over the bully of time and
restores to earth what belongs to heaven.
Picture: www.justapieceofcraps.blogspot.com
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
Writing from the In/Between
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
…in the thick of things
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Seeking that which is life giving.
… hope is oxygen
Rob's Lit-Bits 
Some beautiful imagery here. Hey – have you considered joining a few of the lines together with different punctuation? The flow might be different… Just a thought. Tell me to mind my own business if you like. 🙂
Message me with your ideas. I’m intrigued.