The Holy Painting Me

Prisons of the mind,
journey far to escape the shadows.
Letting go is hard work.
Move past time and space --
liminal journeys,
leaving the familiar behind.
Blue sky and green below;
foreward momentum,
the bird soars.

The holy painting me
one step at a time.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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