From the window and from the gate By Tresta on Mar 18, 2016 07:29 am I want to tell you a story about my life and where I live it. I could tell you about the unfenced acres, the garden, the trees shooting up, the shop that collects boys and the house that collects memories. I could tell you how the fire burns in the morning before the burning sky is lit and how the girls made cookies last night, just because. With broad strokes and artful touches I could retell late night talks about God and our anger and His mercy and our wrath, about forgiveness and the weight of our yoke.
Posts from for 03/18/2016
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From the window and from the gate By Tresta on Mar 18, 2016 07:29 am I want to tell you a story about my life and where I live it. I could tell you about the unfenced acres, the garden, the trees shooting up, the shop that collects boys and the house that collects memories. I could tell you how the fire burns in the morning before the burning sky is lit and how the girls made cookies last night, just because. With broad strokes and artful touches I could retell late night talks about God and our anger and His mercy and our wrath, about forgiveness and the weight of our yoke.