reasons


Please read and enjoy the words of a amazing Poet.

TANYA CLIFF

asked snow
of still life
“Why barren?
My drifts have soothed and cleansed.”

and
heart
began

BEATING

asked sun
of still voice
“Why silent?
My rays have warmed and brightened.”

and
lungs
began

BREATHING

asked rain
of still limbs
“Why stagnant?
My drops have restored and cheered.”

and
arms
began

STRETCHING

asked wind
then of me
“Why grounded?
My breath has moved and humored.”

and
I
began

SOARING

Tanya

He mounted the cherubim and flew; he soared on the wings of the wind. (2 Sam 22:11, NIV)

But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (ISA 40:31, NIV)

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