Dusty Steps

With Nothing To Say

I Must Have Run Out Of Words

Steps To My Consciousness Dusty, Cluttered

Not A Single Idea To Share

Is This Writer's Block?

Has The Light Of My Creativity Faded?

Have I Said All I Need To Say?

Or Is Something Brewing Deep In My Being?

Faith To Wait For Images

Colours And Patterns Attaching To Picture

Broad Strokes of Wisdom

Only Spirit Can Deliver

Moment

Walking Hand In Hand

Sharing One Another's Soul

A Moment In Time

Out Of Focus

Such Obscurity

An Innate Beauty In Itself

Drawing Us Within 

Horse Sense

Closer Perspective

Life Myopically

Altered Line Of Sight

Time To Think

An Empty Table

There Is A Place For You Here

Solitude Awaits

A Cat

All Day I Am Me

I Am Intended To Be

None But Me You See

Pentecost

Spirits United

Gathered As Community

God's Fire Blesses Us