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…