Stop for a second and listen. Birds call, silver. Their wings catch wind and the swoop overhead creates wind. Leaves applaude the breeze. Can you hear it? Look around. Clouds swell purple and light erupts from breaks in shadow, outlining curves of fairytale rainbows. Can you see it? Lay on the grass. Let it make a pillow, soft, fresh and new. There's a cathedral built of stars. Jupiter forms the apex. The black canopy stretches dark. Stretch your fingers over the earth. Feel His pulse. Can you feel it? Do you hear his love song? All that beauty that God placed here as a token of how he loves you? He's weaving a sympohny of affection. A tapestry of love. He whispers through the trees. Carresses your fingertips. Paints a masterpiece. For you. The one who loves is Elohim,
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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