A Woman Held God Poem
Gentle pressure on my chest. His head resting on my heart. Still, I feel baby breath rapid on my stomach rise and fall. My arms encircle warmth, holding close. Hands
Gentle pressure on my chest. His head resting on my heart. Still, I feel baby breath rapid on my stomach rise and fall. My arms encircle warmth, holding close. Hands
What does a flower do but bloom and die As rose petals do fall among the thorns And some buds fail to bloom, where is the life? My friends, for
Find inspiration, encouragement, and fellowship among other creatives at the RezArts Fellowship on Sunday, Nov 27, 4-6pm. Ages 18 and older. Bring your creative work to share: songs, poems, performances,
Do you feel anxious or inadequate about creating art of any form, let alone sharing it with others? You’re not alone! Julia Damion, our Rez Missions Manager, can identify well.
A passing greeting, you ran by Delivering a meal, though short on time I don’t recall your name, only your hair and eyes And after all this time, your heart