There is nothing like the sweet release of laughter with a gentle poke at too-stiff reverie.
(With respect, of course!)
There is nothing like the sweet release of laughter with a gentle poke at too-stiff reverie.
(With respect, of course!)
“Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity”.
There was a rare knock upon the door, and upon opening it, she found a younger man standing there with a question of desire’s expectation in his eyes.
“What…? So you think you’ll find something that you want in here?”
And she drew the door wide to let him in as they were accompanied by both of their playful laughter.
“There’s a reason that women whose children have grown and men have left retreat to live alone in the woods.”
“What if I were to tell you that underneath this formidable facade of a hardened, battle-weary woman resides a spritely child as of fairy legends who loves singing with the strange languages of birds – and even at times howling like a playful wolf cub and screeching like an impish dragon screeling?”
A woman must at times set aside her armor and seek comfort in another’s arms next to the fire.
“The son will not bear the punishment for the sin of the father, nor will the father bear the punishment for the sin of the son; the righteousness of the righteous shall be on himself, and the wickedness of the wicked shall be on himself.”
“How they cursed and despised me for being strong and valiant upon the fields of conflict – more capable in fighting for Truth than any man yet encountered, even while still providing succor to my children.
Who else but a mother would figure out cunningly how to win most directly and effectively in life’s tumultuous battles?
For her offspring are precious and few, and there are no riches, land, nor crown that can compare to the prize of their protecting.”
Words can move mountains
Faith can part seas
(Metaphoric intentions regarding perceived limitations and powerful emotions)