Entering the labyrinth for the last time.
This time there is a seat in the middle,
Where I can gaze at my life and the Lord,
And bathe in peace,
Not just a glance this time,
But a long stare,
Where the warmth fills my bones,
And my soul.
I remain. With gratitude and love.
Art informs truth; illuminating the “dark field” which lays beyond the physical and metaphysical.
Sand is perfect; water temp … perfect; sun beats perfectly; neither hungry or thirsty.
She cries for your daughter,
Your friends and their loved ones.
She has seen the sorrow,
Felt the pain,
Experienced the helplessness,
And endures it all because of His love.
Our Lady of Sorrows,
Pray for us on this sad day for so many.