A time with nothing.
A time before.
Before translucent souls,
Nymphs of the ache,
In the sun on the rocks.
A soul leaving footprints,
Signs of life leaving.
New life after the before,
Color from the black and white,
Effervescent illumination of the once drab and silent.
"It is often out of brokenness of our lives that God reveals his choicest beauty and blessing. He makes of our tears a rainbow, of our thorns a crown, and of our dark nights a path upon which his love shines with an uncommon radiance." H.Gariepy
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