Tag: Motivation

This Light was then

From one source, each lamp is lit. Reflecting their time, archaic, but now. The wear of life, which never fit, The lights attire, the dark disavow. Photo of Apt near Trevi Fountain, Rome, Italy

It was what was meant

I can trace my lineage. It wasn’t erased. When they tried,  they didn’t miss what they lost. Photo at Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore

Where is my sanctuary?

Photo at St Anthony's Church in Rome, Italy

For a tent was set up. The first part: a  lamp stand, table, and the bread of the Presence. This was called the Holy Place. (Heb 9:2) Then, my heart in fear, rage, and indifference. These two have to mix well. Photo at St Anthony’s Church… Continue Reading “Where is my sanctuary?”

I see it now

Photo of Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere

There are things that may not seem to go together, And then a person shows you otherwise. If I only could have found that person sooner. Photo of Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere  

It was given

Photo in Rome, Italy

A clarion call with an angelic being proclaiming. The raised banner and the horses on lifted legs. So the sky, the earth, and all that filled them were compelled. But it’s all easier to see when you are on the outside of the picture.… Continue Reading “It was given”

Now, hear. This

Basilica of St. Paul outside the Walls

I made a proclamation, but parts of me weren’t aware. So I made another even louder.  But those parts never woke up. Photo at Basilica of St. Paul outside the Walls

Even if it’s set in stone

Last sculpture at the Colosseum

There’s the constant forward movement with a complete picture in mind. Then becoming the desired outcome only to be reshaped for another purpose. But then the picture was really only a drawing of a purpose and wasn’t complete anyway. Photo at the Colosseum in… Continue Reading “Even if it’s set in stone”

The soil portends

Photo of Basilica of Santa Maria in Trastevere

If I were at the beginning, I could see how the road led me here. I could follow the flow of the oil of gladness and remain on portending soil. Photo from Santa Maria in Trastevere The Latin means (“In this, the first shrine… Continue Reading “The soil portends”