Evening gloom spins like modest wind victorious and free over noon departing bringing half light and lamps that burn bright in windows as glowing warmth remembering inner depth- projecting out capturing embers that slumber at length- kindling to waken old journeys of life and death closing in to present moment.
Orange, golden yellow platinum-white they shine in radiance that rings like flowing rivers and still lakes bending light from space.
The hermit on the mount waits in timeless place.... then passes by an endless race- a thousand ages fall away to dust. His lamp and brightest star are here to stay.
Last Edit: Aug 26, 2022 16:26:40 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
The hermit on the mount waits in timeless place.... then passes by an endless race- a thousand ages fall away to dust. His lamp and brightest star are here to stay.
Fjrojers, this paragraph lightened my heart and nearly made me cry. Thank you. You are touching people globally.
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Ma’at Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
The hermit on the mount waits in timeless place.... then passes by an endless race- a thousand ages fall away to dust. His lamp and brightest star are here to stay.
Fjrojers, this paragraph lightened my heart and nearly made me cry. Thank you. You are touching people globally.
Thank you ❤️, it's good to be able to reach out spiritually to the world in some way, however big or small.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers