The Secret Place ~

In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place.

She moves through the forest, as a child that knows its path.

She sees eternal sun, hears the melody of rustling dead leaves and the bloom of life, dancing to cicada’s electric hum.

Her eyes reflect what she has known, what has always lived there; older than blood and stone.

A left behind place, she will enter.  She moves and stirs the dust, like powdered sugar, floating on sunrays that have entered through a broken window.

Through a forsaken door, there are sounds from children of December, always longing for warmth and love.

There are memories of children in summer sun, with the scent of burning honeysuckle; their small bare feet, run forever, so reverent and sure-

We create the dreams of our wandering ~  I>

This house was always meant to be a secret place;

There is a man who waits, watching her return with calm fever, holding the vision ~

A vision, sun bright on storm gilded wings, carving an earthly and timeless path for us all ~

 

IMG_8741 Tommie at Joppa Church platinum 4

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