When we find a place that calls our name…like hearing poetry, where the lines become arrows piercing our very being. Where doubt cannot come, and freedom to be extends her hand and smiles; come sit down be yourself with me. When we find a place where our voice echos back a song that we know, a song the sings deeper and higher than we have ever dreamed possible, the song that chants our name.
When we find a place that knows us before we knew it, a place that says…yes you! We are set free to be still, to smile and know… everything within us finds a place and breathes.
Sit still with your poem, tell me one word that describes you..I describe you holy!
Photo chez moi, of two vintage chairs in the style of one of the Louis 15th.
Poetry Thursday
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