Month: September 2013


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    In it’s wide expanse of endless blue. waxing and waning tides. I see you. //                                   Power. Glory. Majesty. // Even in the ocean, I see you. Your touch is there. Point where wind meets water, tip of your paintbrush, dabbling, creating lines of lighter blue. // Your hand, created these rolling seas. same hand, calmed these rolling seas. // My Papa. My King. My Strength. // Blessed are we, To be called. // […]