Tag: digital art
Do You Speak?
The nudge becomes a press; is that You, Lord or my own need?
My own great idea?
The press becomes a push; do You speak, Lord to the fragile?
To the breathless?
The push becomes a leap; are You ready, Lord?
Flailing arms?
Beating heart?
Catch me as I obey!
To Dream
To grieve,
to stand in the surf,
to let the waves wash over, the sand recede, removing any feeling of solid,.
Dirty feet washed clean again.
To scream into the wind and be swallowed up–this time with joy.
A longing lost or buried so deep, almost forgotten–
prying fingers, frozen fears resurrect the small hope.
It is not too late to dream.
Apronhead 