Hip Struck I crave silence but not just any, rather the kind that slathers the soul like a soothing salve and leaves a blanket of protection, soft luxury upon the skin. The kind that penetrates the crusty rim and reaches the brittle reed within. Layers and layers of lanolin, silence swathes a path of healing,…
Author: Bonnie
Hope for Today
Hope for Today With crack and flash of lighting sliver, the Caption of the Host of Heaven shall appear in golden clouds. With roughed shofar’s resounding blast and harmonious angelic anthem, He shall sweep His harvest home, nations, tribes, and tongues. Upward the redeemed shall speed through deepest space upon that beam of Holy Light,…
The Aspen
The Aspen Imagine being so long and lean, white and perfectly exquisite, captivating and beautiful — towering through the clouds that it became unnecessary to notice the leaves of your faces or the branches of your lovely arms, except in autumn, yes, except in autumn. ©Bonnie Saul Wilks all rights reserved …
Bonnie Saul Wilks 