The Moya View
There it stood, the white egret—scripture as animala saint’s skeletonrising from the weeds.It burst into flight. For the boy watching from the riverbank it was glorious.He wanted to say something wonderful, but his profound thoughtsfrittered away in the simple wisdom of wings annunciation. Soon, the egret was high,almost into forgetting,a flicker in a heap of cirrus.a mote in the dawn light-the dream of magnificent light in the ordinary morning. He remembered the Pastor’s words:What you taste with abandoneven God cannot take from you.(Hebrews 4:6)
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JONATHAN MOYA
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Wow! Your poetry (and that quote from Hebrews) is wonderful.
Thanks
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You are so welcome! 🙏💐
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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