[Jesse tree image from google dot com]
Inside the void of waiting, a crystal shines brighter than any dazzle could dare, Its name is stellar, its colour is clear, its passion is potent as source, as life blood. Yet its size is miniscule, like the tiniest seed or grain. For all that it needs to nuture being, is its reality.
season of Advent -
again faces are turned to
journey and a star
© gillena cox 2016
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #84, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Carpe Diem Special
Japanese Poetry In The Lowlands #4 Mariëtte Schrijver
Will link also to
The Tuesday Platform