a narrow deserted road,
path for wild winds
carrying traces of damp green
tumbling around and through
flow from purple moonlit skies
into a quiet rumble in the earth below your feet.
It swells insistently by the moment.
Air pounds with intensity,
a growing living entity,
until at last across the fields you see –
at the crest of a midnight hill,
until you are certain
you shall be softly sweetly trampled
5 thoughts on “The Love of God”
A moment perfectly crafted by the Father to remind me that even in the difficult there is a sweetness to being “trampled”
Blessings friend, Jody
Brillante!! Un abrazo
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