The wind blows and caresses your face the rivulets stream and fertile the ground the voice of hope a salutation at your door embrace it open the door wide open.
The rivulets stream and the ground is fertile the wind echoes the power behind your back the voice of hope assures that you take a stand open the door and be intimate with the visitor.
The ground is fertile to conceive at the womb of oppression and repression the cruel pains of wickedness and evil
which scarred your face which silence your voice which fear makes you hide it is the labor of your conscience the pangs of something new to be born.
The wind blows and caresses your face the rivulets stream and fertile the ground the wind echoes the power behind your back the voice of hope assures that you take a stand your door is wide open now is the time something new is to be born.
The Visitation
Posted - 22 Jul 2016 : 21:40:10
