Wesley Ramblings

New growth over what was previously stripped bare. Charred remains, encircled protectively, rough hewn and eager. Crooked ages leaning on the young. Raw adolescents reaching toward the heavens, straight and narrow, as they only know how, neither leaning nor entwining, singular. Light and shadows sway beneath a flawless azure eternity. Peace in babbling life amidst … Continue reading Wesley Ramblings