I wasn’t expecting this….
Oven,
gathering place,
hearth, sculpted earth.
Beauty that first allured us.
Cracks of time suddenly pockets collecting the deluge of December rain.
Under the surface,
filling,
pressing,
collapse.
.
At first sight, I walked away.
.
Too much. Just too much.
What you were. What we see now:
browns, reds, grays, ash, straw, sands.
Beauty inside out.
Looking. Seeing. Learning
How will we build you the second time?
heating up the oven for cooking
Friends and Food
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sorry for the kiln – they do have their own way at times.
keep those cards and letters coming! seedsfineart@gmail.com too
It says above to be the first to like. Yes, it can be built back, yes it can be a gathering place to warm food, friends and fellowship. But that’ll take time lots of time. The spread of the gospel has hit bumps as it is spread around the world one person at a time. So I know you too will not give up. It’ll be back to do what your dream it to do. It also has lessons to teach.. The next one will be better than ever.