Listen: the almond has something white to announce... (Chris Wallace-Crabbe)
Tiny white heralds like angels burst from coronawinter barren branch, whispering, echoing, promising.
Listen:
The time is slow but gives glimpses. The promise is faint but continual. The season's sure that waits in the whispers. Truer than winter, truer than spring: the eternal soon.
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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