🔵 By Antoinette Yancey. Photo by lauragrafie.
These are our hearts, they ache in rhythm.
They separated us with hate and guilt.
We’ve lived in the depth, tossed and salted, sunken so deep we sat at the bottom, living on soot, drifting and hollow.
O precious grace has eased our fall to allow microscopic hope to filter our souls, evolution uncovering Gods purpose and goals.
As bubbles escape and vision takes shape, we raise toward life, we reach toward faith.