Moving out

I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living! Wait for the Lord;be strong, and let your heart take courage;wait for the Lord! ~Psalm 27:13-14

blessed

let it not be thought that from the damage done in youth rises the irreversible melancholy of despair for the Lord is my rock and my salvation blessed is he who comes and many are the angels who encamp around the innocent who live on and beyond the hard, always toward the goal of peace

bare crooked seasons

the thing about winter is not the cold but the bare brave beauty that comes from the letting go of brown dead detritus –a big word for the lost– determined to resurrect life from the dark. Shine, then, crooked branches, reaching sunward with hope always of spring, and unafraid of the changing seasons.

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