The late afternoon sky reminded
me of old,
worn out bones,
ashen gray but
filled with a holy spirit,
mine and God’s.
and it left me wondering this question,
if my life would be as much of a gift to those
who have been such a Gift to me?
The late afternoon sky reminded
me of old,
worn out bones,
ashen gray but
filled with a holy spirit,
mine and God’s.
and it left me wondering this question,
if my life would be as much of a gift to those
who have been such a Gift to me?