• Here I am in the quiet of early dawn,
laying pen to paper while the dream
is still fresh in my mind.
• I dreamt of stepping away to the sulphur springs,
soaking deep into the warm, mineral waters,
letting the earth wash away every hidden fatigue.
• Returning back, I stood in a wide, clear open space—
no walls, no doorways, no crowded paths,
just a vast, tranquil field of stillness.
• Unchanged yet deeply renewed,
I stood bathed in a soft, bright white light—
not pale or weary, but glowing with pure peace.
• Here I am carrying that quiet light into Sunday,
refreshed, restored, and standing in grace.
— HumbleLove ™
No comments:
Post a Comment
What story defines romance for you?
Share your thoughts or recommendations below.
Let’s start a conversation about the intersection of love and literature—I’d love to hear from you.