We are watched by the same god in the in between
Suspended in moments that are not quite moments,
the cradled babe mid-pass
Not quite held, almost levitating
time between steps with one toe on the ground
right before resolution
Trusting our bodies to catch us, completing the action, alternations between falling and landing
in succession
At the center of the gradient
learning to be passed
from pain
to joy
to pain
in faith
About the Creator
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Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
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I love that the lines gradually get smaller, placing emphasis on human emotion by way of the metaphor. ♥️