The Promiscuity of the Promise
White washed walls and the tick of a clock. Tiny little heartbeats on monitors. The sun rising as a new day awaits. The first day on earth for some, w...
White washed walls and the tick of a clock. Tiny little heartbeats on monitors. The sun rising as a new day awaits. The first day on earth for some, w...
The night new. My chest rises and falls in unison with the Earth. My thoughts few and far between. The moon casts a shadow on the white walls of this ...
Sweet new life rising from the ground. Creation buzzing. All these things here since the very beginning of time. Watching, wondering, waiting for Yo...
A whisper trickles down the face of creation. A moon reflects light unto the Earth’s skin that once held snow the night before. A barr...
Moonlight seeps through windows, shadows cling to walls, a draft sweeps over my face, cold fingers, tired eyes, alone. Each room vacant exc...
The night still. The stars encased behind glass clouds. Nothing makes a sound. The moon hides his face. The whole world seems to sleep. Stillness.&nbs...
Watching from a moving screen, playing too fast for me to catch every scene. Struggle, faithfulness, heartbreak, healing, love. Lots and lots of lov...
Crickets rub their wings together as if playing in a symphony orchestra. Frogs harmonize an alto hum while the fireflies illuminate the night. The b...
Dark still night. The moon reflects rays from the sun giving only a faint light to blanket the sleeping creation down below. Water dances across smo...
Miles and miles of empty air. A drip of the faucet hums a song as the fan blades rotate in unison. The roses in the window seal peer up at the sun as ...