Forgotten Faith

When it was dark, He arose

to the whistling of the wind, 

to the darkness of the storm and...

smiled at the roar.

familiar.

bemused.

A smile.

As always,

their nature.

And so He stands.

Slender as the willow,

rooted,

immovable.

Peace.

Be Still.

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[Valerie Hope Woodard]

This is beautiful. I actually read this when checking out some of your works before I subscribed to you but had to log off shortly afterward, so I did not post a review. The imagery most certainly works; I felt like I could see the vision you had when writing this.

[silent witness.]

the flow of this is great :)