Some days when I forget how to
pray, if I listen with my whole body
the world reminds me how
what is used up and spent
is also a vessel for the holy
as dry leaves become a nest,
as bare branches hold the sunrise.
~
Rosemerry’s newest collection is available HERE.
Ah Rosemerry, the way you see❤️. “As dry leaves become a nest.” Thank you. And thank you Braided Way for sharing.
Thank you dear Gloria ❤️