A Language spoken-sung, breathed; inhaled and exhaled from the undistractedly patterned lives of tiny creatures ◆ A Song I could not quite hear, though with it the path was soaked through as the generous July sun ◆ A minute, teeming drop of nature clinging to its original purpose, glowing with Life; a remnant ◆ A wanderer trying to understand and being swept into its current, having forgotten something the flowers and bees still remember…
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Creator King, reteach us the Song, sow still its seed. Speak to us the language of Your Kingdom, that we may hesitantly pronounce words and phrases now… And sing freely and fluently in Fullness. Restore all with Your Breath of Life. Overlook not Your lost and ruined Image-bearers, who have forgotten and ignored much Good. We root ourselves in Your faithfulness. AMEN.
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Captured 7.24.15.
All photographs and words by Kelly Grace Collins, all rights reserved.
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Recapturing the Wonder and Majesty of our Father! Thank you Kelly for reminding me of His wonders! Love you.
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Thank you Linda ❤ I love you 🙂
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Thanks! Touched my heart!
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“restore all … who have forgotten and ignored.” What a fitting prayer for people called to guard and care for His creation. Thanks for recasting Eden in our hearts!
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