Into the woods I go,
To lay my woes,
My wounds I hope.
He’ll hear my words amidst the noise of creeping creatures,
So close to nature,
I feel his nurture.
The God of creation,
I See in my reflection.
My wounds he turned to wonders.
The woes have become medals.
Into the woods I go,
Before the Lord in solitude.
©OBA
In fulfilment of Writing101 :Day 4
Amazing how people can choose the same picture and come up with a some many different stories. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Kathy! Its the blessing of Perspec
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Its the blessing of perception and perspectives. Thanks Kathy 🙂
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Beautiful work!
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Thanks 🙂
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Pulling the heart perspective
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