THE curdling clouds the color of life in blood AND burnished honey kissed lightly brushing against a sirocco of sand heat and falling down off of high heavens ire.
As though seeing the dreams, the thoughts, the power in desire caught up as pillars of thunder the sound of God smoldering in fire.
Poem: дан я(am), dan m henry II, @dandelionx2
Photo credit: @cheetahpassion
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I am just a person doing the next most right thing in front of me. I am a part of an international Christian community that is interreligious and ecumenical. I work with managing our communities social media, assist in community development and leverage opportunities for personal enrichment for members of the community. This blog is an opportunity to experience what otherwise might be inexplicable.
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