Like the Wind
It is there, and then gone.
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works" (Psalm 26.7, KJV)
It is there, and then gone.
Everything just makes us tired.
Carved lanterns in the night.
Last one standing.
What’s so scary about skeletons?
“I’ve loved you.” Yes, but how?
Some things are beyond our abilities alone.
To rebuild or to make new?
The future is not set.
…and the idols forged.