📸 by Jeremy Bishop
cold hallelujah
to the mountains we bellowed
but move they did not
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
The emotions captured in the image are so raw and evocative. It reminds me of the importance of faith and reflection. Speaking of faith, I recently read an interesting article on https://waysidechapel.org/wp-content/pgs/?rediscovering_the_ancient_practice_of_saintly_intercession_in_modern_faith.html. It shed light on how traditional practices can still hold significance in today's world.
Wonderful!!! Left some love!!!
My favourite so far!
I felt the cold, in the water and in the rebuff. Wonderful work. This was fantastic!