“Quiet Contemplation”
This Series unfolds a story of humans and angels, Woven in stillness,
Where women rest in a quiet place
Their thoughts heavy, yet tender.
Earth tones breathe origin and end, Of the fragile beauty in our flaws.
Clothing worn and torn,
Speaks of lives lived, Imperfect and Whole.
Light and shadow dance together, A reminder of how we are shaped, Hands sculpted
By what we hold dear
And the books, Oh, the books
Like Silent Witnesses, Are the Eyes of Angels, Marveling at God's hand In the stories we live...
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