Jeannette Melissa
words form the edge
words from the edge
of the maya empire
stone earth rose dust
angels love this placeclouds in the desert
flower in the dust
a sweet scent rising,
pleasing to God.
Musings of a grandmother
musings of a grandmother in a field of lilies, where often the stillness is hardest to mind, for silence is most present in the breaking, silence broken in the sound.When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. And behold, a voice came to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah? — 1 Kings 19:13
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Toronto Ontario, Canada
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