too pure and too honest in aught to disguise the sweet soul shining through them." ~ Owen Meredith
Could I thread all that I see through the eye of the needle... a stillness... a moment in time? Each miracle has its moment and they thread together so...
During the still, I take my moments, choosing, just so, and breathe out and slide them through the eye of the sweet, salty, storm.
Eye sketch and poetry by Amy Sperry Faldet