In curious pursuit of frankincense Resin pure like goldFingers trace the spines of ancient booksSpan continents through age and time Apothecaries of old take venerable ways and newWoody tones and spices blendMystical distillation to essential oilMysterious cure in inflammatory responseElicitation from astrologers sphereCarried to the cribGreat in mystery of faithWorship and offering divinePerfumed incense waftedContinue reading “In Melchior’s path”
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The Year Turns
The year turns And so the memories haunt The space betweenThe festivities and twinkling lightsWhispering to be heardIntricately woven on gossamer threadsStranded through timeGrasped in the depthsFalling lowTo whispers of loveAnd soft tears that fallTo be lovedTo be fully knownEmmanuelGod with usToday and every day.
Calligraphies
calligraphieslines traced in swirls of black inkmessengers of love Loved present wrapping this year in a more sustainable way.
Ruth Partridge 