Purity unfolds;
is revealed
as a curved white cross,
a shallow chalice;
petals streaked
with a drop of blood.
dogwood blossoms
reach for blue sky,
for life-giving sun,
before dense leaves
crowd the canopy.
Before the petals
descend
to the earth.
Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the fabric of my photography, I wish to share the everyday miracles of God's creation. Writing with a blend of curiosity, discovery, and spirituality, I invite the reader-viewer along a trail of words and images; thoughtfully selected and graciously given.
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