I found I had less and less to say, until finally, I became silent, and began to listen. I discovered in the silence the voice of God.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.