I love the transluscent moon in the afternoon sky; I love the way the sky bleeds blue down to the ground. I love the way the trees and the heavens show through the towers and the wires of the city, never drowned out, never gone.
Where can I hide from your spirit?
From your presence, where can I flee?
If I ascend to the Heavens, you are there;
if I lie down in Sheol, you are there too.
If I fly with the wings of dawn and alight beyond the sea,
Even there your hand will guide me, your right hand hold me fast.
4 comments:
BEEEEEAUTIFUL! Love that blue!
I love the words you wrote to go with this picture.
"sky bleeds blue down to the ground. " Lovely.
This train station looks like my city. Now I am really curious about where you are.
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