There's just so much more to build on the foundation. Am itching to go there, but cant.
Go there,
Tell everyone of the shyness of a sparrow, and the swift song of courage.
I remember when I was young, there was a love I had.
In the begining, what is to come, and all that is a Breath of Light and song of night. first to sing were the winds as they coarsed the earth. The trees soon heard and their branches testified of the song. Whose branches The birds made their homes always remembering and singing of The first song.
The tree whose roots bore through mountains, drawing nutrients and warmth from the depth of its begining. Whose very roots being intimately woven are given strength by the gentle passer by that guides it's life. A tree having a guardian that navigates the intricate spaces is rarely known to those that have not ventured the sacredness of the trees roots.
Though if they were to ask, they might find faith well placed . There they might even find a promise of eternal Life..
An elemental principle of immeasurable composure. And yet as gentle, tempered in patience beneath ones feet. Our Lord stands firm.
As a person person begins to recognizes the clorfull song birds.
They will remember their first love.
To sing.
Just as a sparrow clothed in the cream browns of an autuum forest is barely noticed.
They gently pass by and remind us all that the Lord brings us closer together when meekly arrayed.