I love, love, love this poem from Petra at The Good Steward… Undress Me Undress me, remove my pretending reveal the real me the worm though wee in appearance is bigger even than Goliath and fiercer than a thousand restless winds when it’s left alone with its sins its petty sins its pretty sins its spectacular […]
Between the blinding bliss of day-span And sightless doom of night Comes the mingling hours. When the soul, mellowed by eventide aspect Looks upon life in the still half light Where extremity cowers. Where, gone from the glare of over-sated mirth And midnight dearth of dark dismay, The soul beholds the sketch of the day […]