Clouds obscure the sun, not
the Son in my heart. Looks like
rain. It can pour all it wants; the
Son still shines. It's breezy out
there. The wind can blow and
blow; the Son won't go out. He
is an eternal light ... let it storm.
He is my hope through them all.
Nice work, Karla! Even after 13 years out here in Texas, I am still impressed the the dramatic cloud structures and colors. California clouds are wimpy. And, if cloud-drama isn't enough, we will soon be drifting into FIRE ANT SEASON (youch!). :D
... and there He sits for always... right there on the peripheral vision of your mind, your heart and your eyesight... but deeply embedded and a blazing torch in your soul. Great stuff, Karla! Kate xx
God Bless
Michelle~
Sheila
Love Tinka
nice Karla...
John
peace and love, Carole~
Although, the Son will be always in both skies.
Georg
Ted
And Let The Earth Feel The Renewals of The Forth Coming Rains
Blessings
& Lovely Photograph You Have Taken
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Love,
ET
Cryssa
good write
john +
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
Son still shines.
Marvelously penned!