May 4, 2021

Is the field empty?

No one to be seen, but there are footprints in the damp earth of the field. This field is not empty, it is full of life, and so is my valley, and so am I.


Love enters the town square, moving with grace and ease, each step is slow and deliberate. There had been a morning fog, but now it is clear. Sunshine lights the face of Love, lights the faces of us all. 



Ren Powell

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