 We gather storms
To make our own rain, We press our nose To the glass of our soul And think that whatever should come, Tempest or not, We will see our own Shadow cast upon the wall. We will remember that We are our company in our aloneness, That our image is that Of belief battling unbelief, Both in ourselves And when we are in the shadowlands. Edward Steinhard
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 Sorry to have been silent for so long. Holidays, Work, Life etc.....
Good to be back and unlock the creative door again. Ruth's Photograph - Las Negras, Spain |
