Gray billows of cashmere
spun by sacred hands
whipped cream
piled soft
heaven’s comforter.
A simple response to a T.S. Poetry Press call for cashmere poems.
Photo taken from an airplane.
daring to open doors
daring to open doors
Gray billows of cashmere
spun by sacred hands
whipped cream
piled soft
heaven’s comforter.
A simple response to a T.S. Poetry Press call for cashmere poems.
Photo taken from an airplane.
Ya know, sometimes I get just a little bit weirded out by the similarities between us. I took pictures of clouds out the plane window between Tennessee and Texas. But…I generally don’t even attempt poetry. And this is perfect. Thank you!
I took this somewhere between Michigan and St. Louis. 🙂
I a bit weirded out, too. 🙂
“spun by sacred hands”
Just beautiful, Sandy!
Thank you, my friend.
Thank YOU!
Sinking into the softness of your words.
🙂
I never know what to do Sandra, when I take something from your site and put it on mine. If I tell you, it sounds like I’m letting you know, “Hey, I did a good thing.”
But I feel like I SHOULD tell you so you can go over there and see the comment I always post with them. 🙂
So you tell me.
Tell you? Or let it be a surprise?
I just loved this post!
Thanks, Duane! I love to know–it’s a great encouragement. 🙂
You have hit all the comfort zones. Beautifully done! I am at once hungry, sleepy and wrapped in His comfort. Which all equals a happy soul.