Wisdom Spanning countless Ages,
Witness to a thousand Dreams,
Watching from the Depths of Twilight,
Where Illusion masks more than it Seems.
Wonder of Beloved Creation,
Walking ‘neath your Verdant Tower,
Willows Guarding O’re your Gates,
Wondrous in Viridian Flowers.
Waking to the diminishing Day,
Wanton in her Fragrant scents,
Waning Light that once Held Sway,
Watchtower of The Ancients.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph of the Church of Trees in Belgium found at : luxefinds.com
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So very beautiful to awaken to, it seems my spirit knows that place in the image! Have a wonderful day Morgan!
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I should so love to stand beneath those towering spires and quiet adoration of their Creator!
Thank You Wendell, ( it turned out rather yecky, but thanks ever so all the same )
Blessings~
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🙂
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🙂 Back to You 🙂
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Just beautiful
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Such a Lovely Image of what I can only image is a truly Glorious place to stand and gaze upward 🙂
Thank You Dear Friend~
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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Nicely put! By the way, have you read The Creation Hymn of the Rig Veda?
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No I haven’t..whyever?
Thanks Ever So Dear Friend ~
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