My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Endless Stars of Hope
“blessings yearn for steady streams of pure hearts
patiently refined in the flames of God’s Spirit
hearts that grew up—suffering in the furnace of life…”
“blessings yearn for steady streams of pure hearts
patiently refined in the flames of God’s Spirit
hearts that grew up—suffering in the furnace of life…”
“God tightly grasped my innocent hand
when I was small and scared of steps”