Quiet Eyes: if seeing were believing (mini series)
Posted on Oct 25, 2010 | 1 commentI am a mirror broken;
splintered on the harshness
of the marbled week…
Little pieces of me
scattered here and there
still trying to reflect
some shards of
Light.
Then arrives
the Sabbath sun
beckoning through
the key hole of our day
gently climbing up into
the wrinkled lap
of this,
our weary world
wrapping soothing rays
around my soul.
Ahhh…
Sweet rest.
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“Thus says the Lord: Take care for the sake of your lives,
and donot bear a burden on the Sabbath day….”
Jeremiah 17:21
(picture taken by Seth)
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