no flurry at the feeders
no song in the air
no footprints to follow
just brushed wet kisses
and manna whispers
Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Psalm 51:7 (NIV)
Adding my words to other poets at One Shot Wednesday.
And walking with Ann Voskamp for a hushed and holy experience
as we wait for Him.