Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Thou art the doer

You hold our strings, Lord!
We, the puppets in your plot,
Thou art the doer.
Thy melody in our hearts,
resonant echoes of grace!

Welfare unto all


Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 

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