Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Release



clenched fists punched madly
until outstretched fingers raised
a prayer heavenward


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12 comments:

  1. LindaJanuary 22, 2014 at 11:55 PM

    Love the poem! Also the patches of blue in the image are very cool.

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  2. mjJanuary 23, 2014 at 6:32 AM

    Beautiful!

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  3. mryjhnsnJanuary 23, 2014 at 6:51 AM

    Lovely. Your words and that image are perfect.

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  4. DiannaJanuary 23, 2014 at 7:34 AM

    Perfect! I, too, love the little patches of blue in your photo.

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  5. Tamar SBJanuary 23, 2014 at 7:58 AM

    LOVE that!

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  6. BarbaraJanuary 23, 2014 at 8:49 AM

    Gorgeous. I love the cross peering through the branches.

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  7. KimJanuary 23, 2014 at 9:42 AM

    Isn't that the truth! Letting go in prayer and praise is so healing. Love these branches reaching heavenward and that bit of blue hope!

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  8. SharonJanuary 23, 2014 at 8:34 PM

    Lovely poem. Your edit of this photo enhances the winteriness of it. So bare, yet with hints of color. Beautiful job!

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  9. carol danielsJanuary 23, 2014 at 9:57 PM

    Very nice poem and I love your photo editing.

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  10. DebbieJanuary 23, 2014 at 10:41 PM

    aww, so sweet!! I almost missed the steeple/cross!!

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  11. KatBouskaJanuary 26, 2014 at 11:52 PM

    The fists really get us nowhere. Beautiful!

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  12. UnknownJanuary 27, 2014 at 4:37 PM

    I'm so grateful for a God who allows our clenched fists while waiting for our open hands.

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