Broke my arm…
The sidewalk was traitorous.
Sporting bruises
Garish… (‘sartorious’?)
Daily tasks
Awkward and laborious.
A little down
Though actually victorious.
Reminding myself
He remains glorious.
Broke my arm…
The sidewalk was traitorous.
Sporting bruises
Garish… (‘sartorious’?)
Daily tasks
Awkward and laborious.
A little down
Though actually victorious.
Reminding myself
He remains glorious.

What is consciousness? Am I in it? Is it in me? Everything is vague, dim. My senses seem shrouded, distant, blocked. Something or Someone calls



Dawn lays upon the land like a benediction Distant hills are etched in purple against the pastel sky Pristine New made Pure. Breathe it in
I love the various colours of life. They bring such vibrancy and joy. I have found that God is the Source of all the colours that make life worth living.
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Lovely – so simple but true.