The Baby Blues of sunset sky Reveal a softest spot in my heart Cradled by Mother Love. Advertisements
No longer waiting for “my day” in the sun; found Love, bathing us all!
Tracing our human roots, peace is elusive – it’s in root of Spirit.
Judging had been forcing new expressions into the ground, giving creative urges a burial. But seeds of creativity do not die. Our continual weeping over their apparent loss breaks them … Continue reading
Before the dawn of time – the perfection of man’s being: Elohim