Catch your breath on the wind — Let heaven fill your lungs with hope — not fear. And form your lips to the shape of praise — Broken and bleeding, torn by the air but still singing. Poem written 4/12/20 & Photo taken 6/14/22

Micro Poem Monday: Anointing

His body, soon to be broken My jar, broken for that day When he pours out His blood for me So I pour out this fragrance for Him Preparing Him for Death While He prepares me for Life Based on Mark 14:3-9