Rise up…Beautiful One. See! The winter is past…the rains are almost over. Buds are appearing, the Season of Song has come.
Rise up…my Beautiful One. We’ve seen the scourging, stripes and spearing. We wait in silence.
Blood poured out, sacrifice for sin. Mine. I wait. Head bowed to the east before the Rising Sun, the Risen Son, the Beautiful One.
Deb.
The photography is as spiritually lovely (and lovely in every sense) as the words you penned to go with it!
Always a boost to spend time in your space.
Thank you,
Sarah
Hi Sarah!
Thank you for traveling over to my new home with me! And thank you for your thoughtful read and response. Means so much!
Deb
Thank you Sarah!