i am, but not

this past weekend, I attended a prayer retreat.  one of the practices involved looking at pictures that were provided, and writing down words or thoughts that came to mind while viewing the picture.

i randomly chose a few pictures off the table.  one was a view of bare tree tops taken as if the photographer were lying on her back staring up at the trees.  a picture of bare trees and nothing-ness.

and from that [and my soul] … came this poem.



About stepanana

just a girl writing about life through this lens.....
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