An online journal created to seek meaning and purpose, to feel,
to dream, to discover, to spread joy and light, to love all of creation,
to glorify and magnify the Creator.
Friday, April 3, 2015
For the soul
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
He could not see what was ahead except that it was all open… It looked endless: wild and lonely and free.
I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.
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