To You … With Love

 


The Whisperings - Once upon a time in the mystic regions of a human soul, an aging prophet awaited the oncoming cry of eternity. Already mornings dawned with aching bones, stubbornly ignoring his commands. Flesh of his flesh was brown blotched and wrinkled. Old dreams and memories came marching into his present moments. He neither fought against the settling in of these end times, nor did he embrace them with fervor, waiting only at the door of his tent for a voice that once he had known as the Lord.

In the cool of the evening, in the sweetened intervals between the daylight and the dark,...



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