My Feet

Yet this I remember - beneath me are my feet...

Such Fragile Panes

Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...

Each day we're woven into the celestial quilt...

Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.

Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3

"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

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