But, a house changes —
on the good days,
you notice
the sun streaming through the curtains.
And, on the bad,
you hear the darkened corners
calling to you.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
But, a house changes —
on the good days,
you notice
the sun streaming through the curtains.
And, on the bad,
you hear the darkened corners
calling to you.
I’m not
blinded
by love;
every single
one of my
senses
is gone.