When the skies speak
The heavens proclaim the glory of GodThe skies display his craftsmanship.Day after day they continue to speak;night after night they make him known.They speak without a sound or word;their voice…
The heavens proclaim the glory of GodThe skies display his craftsmanship.Day after day they continue to speak;night after night they make him known.They speak without a sound or word;their voice…
The hibernating tree transformed by pink new light awakening me to possibility. Caught off guard darkness is cracked by first bright rays slicing through it revealing the up-side-downness of normal.…
On a clear day she rises in an instant dawn’s faint light consumed in brightness. Yet when fog lingers over still water or clouds scale the day’s new sky gold…