A little late for Easter but I felt I should post it.
Weeks of waiting,
Droughts offering no release from the coutinuing drying of the habitat in which we live. We have sat throught the desert, in a literal sense, with Jesus. Waiting for the relief that a long spring brings. The wistful drop in the temperature and the way the water feels, as you aren't submerged in it and the water isn't forced out of a pipe in the wall.
It slowly trickles down your arm, following the long path till it slowly drips down your fingertips hitting the concrete and splattering. It's as if the gentle flow is beckoning you to stay and feel the cooling sensation of water on your skin.
Just a quiet thought written on easter and delayed in being posted. :)
Ciao 4 Now,
Arwen
This is really good i like this!
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