We search for alarming signs from the the heavens, and yet hold them in our hearts all along. Remaining still as bread unleavened, convinced we are anything but wrong. We stick to our guns and dig in our heels, convinced others will fight the battles we are called to fight, yet the light of truth persistently reveals, and we find that meek makes right.


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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