Waiting to fly
Your Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.
Whatever the light touches is awakened. The whole earth groans in anticipation.
The Word that was in the beginning anchors my ship in the storm. It sets my sails free in the calm.
The Dove weaves a tapestry of peace around me that unfolds with the new day. A beautiful mystery of colors spring forth and go before me.
Today my heart awaits to fly with you. And it is always today.
(picture sent to me by a precious granddaughter)
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