the highest heaven

Details seemed to aim to distract, skies overcast, winds that weren’t up to fanning as briskly as believed for, foliage dropping faster than the weightless flutter envisioned, and there I stood, in all the pristine stillness, found, lifted higher still than all that I had hoped or ever could begin to hope.

To a time of no time,
a place without a place,
a realm above every realm that ever was or ever will be.

Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom He is pleased!

Luke 2:14

12 October 2021

See you, littles.

Published by Marcia Pilar

And a Little Flower, earth & home