Nights by Fiona M. Jones
There were nights too in the long slow journey of Creation and storms in the weather of each day when beating elements seemed bent upon extinguishing the beating heart of life and heat or cold radiance or darkness narrowed again the path and rolled once more the dice against survival But every morning new life and newer rose out of dust and ashes and God said that it was good
Published on the Ancient Paths Facebook page on 1/24/2020
Comments