Being held in reserve for me to share once I am able to.
Capably being resurrected from within my soul, being carried to plains beyond sight, enjoying all sensations coming into me.
It’s amazing to see these wonderful sights and knowing they are a part of my intellect and imagination.
Prejudice sits idly by, dusty with age, forgotten by most as part of an ugly past.Thankfully we meet and talk, not noticing colors of people’s skin, just the beautiful colors they are within.Loving others for who they are becoming while talking to us.We unknowingly help each other every time we meet to become the person…
Examining every feature, expression, and movement as they will eventually be written into volumes of future books.
being careful not to get tangledin winds blowing them around.
As they pray for someone to share the remaindersof their lives with.
