The birds do a delicate dance between flying and floating, flapping their wings to stay above water
Once in a while, a wing touches and makes a ripple The sun begins her descent into the trees, slow at first But fading fast, from yellow orange to pink purple The birds let the sun set on the lake, holding a space for us to comprehend, meditate on A cough, a crackle of leaves disrupts the silence but for a moment Then the birds return to the ice rink/dance floor, with its changing colors and moving circles The light still shines for a minute or more, even though the sun is gone An echo remains
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AuthorFormer international fashion model Rev. Sarah Renfro seeks to boost the body image of young women by educating them on the myths of media and focusing on divine within. She also preaches and teaches about marriage and divorce, motherhood, ministry, and mental illness. Archives
February 2020
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