A long wooden jetty heading out into a lake of still waters with mist and mountains with words, where you gaze, closer still, water's edge Beth Kennedy www.GodisGoodStories.com

Where you gaze

Encounter on wind cageless birds free to roam Mt Zion bids, ‘Make Me your home.’ Invite is cast, Any, all may come close Open Doors Standing still there is Joy in the chase. Closer still. Water’s edge. Face to face. Be still and know as you listen to music Mirror in the Mirror Anne Akiko…

Towards Fresh Wine

Some need renovation; others deconstruction. Some are renovating; while  many are consumed with the build. Yet others, the quiet ones with no meeting place of sorts, know it is time to meet at Water’s edge for it is there that ancient pathways head towards Fresh Wine.    

outside time

sweeping the room sweet fragrant delight ever present, yet I did not see open windows warm breezes could be daphne on warm northern winds… matters not fragrant source invitation is noted time stands still journal and pen gathered quickly from desk, to return to the moment so tender breathe pause noisy miners’ incessant warnings, shrill…