Year
dreamt of linen-white easter lilies....bright and dewy
that sunday dawn
the symbol of his sacrifice in death....wretched me
still given life
holy sufferer unsullied lamb....so selfless i can't
repay it
he bled thirsted in dry dust and heat....rose higher
than all the cosmos
it's too immeasurable....beyond my simpleness
of existing
I'm really touched by your reflections on Quite The Cocoon.
It's my turn to be overwhelmed by a deeply intelligent and intuitive craft.
Enjoy your weekend
M