god is in the details.

We’ve fallen asleep at River’s End and lived in Pure Moments

Moments like these that tell the stories

Surrounded by walls of dancing shadows and light

Dancing quakers

Quakers dancing

God is in the Details

A rumble through the rocks and pounding what was before, pavement beneath us

Bequeathed to us

Breathed to us

Still I swat the bug drawing blood on my arm

He’ll not live to bite another day

Black coal stains the tracks that lead up to the mountain

Down below we hear the distant call of the fountain of youth

Of truth

Of a blissful time before when everything was just simpler

We are that much closer to finding it.


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