Answered Call
Posted on Jun 1st, 2009
by
Nicola
No sound passes my lips,
Yet my unspoken plea is heard,
With an accuracy,
That is unfathomable.
The Master is at work,
Creating with wild abandon,
Elegance,
Masterpieces that defy logic
And comprehension.
Yet there they are.
Yet my unspoken plea is heard,
With an accuracy,
That is unfathomable.
The Master is at work,
Creating with wild abandon,
Elegance,
Masterpieces that defy logic
And comprehension.
Yet there they are.

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What an epiphany these words and this picture bring! Such feelings of love, of beauty, of transcendental natural being-ness! Thank you!
Oh beautiful, Cynthia, thank you.