Lady Chapel, Saint Andrew's Episcopal Church, St Andrews
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Listening...
waiting in the stillness... Silence, Drifting aimlessly, collecting memories, moments, threads woven together Calling.... the wind whistles through the trees. Then as the sun appears on the distant horizon, the feint melody of birdsong becomes a chorus of trumpets. Turning away... A cradle that will never rock, Ashamed. Barren like a flower that will never bloom restlessly tossed this way and that Blessing... Seed pods burst open their contents carried on the breeze bringing new life in abundance. Overcome... Humbled, shrouded in love Devoted Pure, innocent, white, delicate beautiful flowers overflowing, being baptised as the float away Calling... Wind billows and blows The sail fills, responding, following the Saints that have gone ahead, |
Photo Credit Dan Drage
Photo Credit Dan Drage
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