If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that. Story People (thanks Susan!)
Married, 3 grown children, 3 step children. I am a Set Designer for plays and camps at His Place Community Church in Mt. Vernon, Washington. Love art... painting, reading, music,writing, creating.
Let's stay awake and listen to the dark. Before the birds, before they all wake up. It's the ending of a play and soon begins another. Hear the leaves applaud the wind.
See the sun come rising and white-wings start to fly. Like strings of pearls in the firey sky. I don't want to close my eyes, don't want to leave the stage now, As the leaves applaud our stay.
Lend me yours wings and teach me how to fly. Show me when it rains, the place you go to hide. And the curtains draw again and bow - another day ends. The leaves applaud the wind.
"But they that wait upon the LORD...
shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with WINGS as eagles
they shall run, and not be weary;
and they shall walk, and not faint" Isaiah 40:31
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