Footsteps to follow are as those eggs to count, cracked and beaten together, not knowing where to lead to.
When fishing for an answer, sometimes they come to you and give the distance needed in line, just had to guide the way first.
Their knowledge is as a suit hanging up waiting to be worn, when needed of do they then become dressed for the occasion.
Need some form of guidance to go in a straight line, or that boat to push out will head in direction as the tidal waves flow in. Anywhere!
It's with clothes on that has thoughts go further for where fruit is ripe for picking, depending for how they see the message to give on being pulled in their direction, or words linger on. Others in good time will pick up on what is thought of, be it something to laugh for or press the right buttons.
In the forest; as a sacred place that swept through like a gust of wind, spilling out all that was worshipped. The roof had been blown off and ripped apart, leaving nothing but the ornate objects of desire. Creating a long winding road to look down, and if of pilgrimage, to walk down and seek. Than stay and rebuild what has just been lost, as a candle that burns down and needing another to light up the way.
In the stones; an unturned leaf can be forced in a wind and a start of the tree needing to be tied down, gathering thoughts to keep under that hat are only if the cap fits creating a link in the chain, love who fastens themselves to turns of new to have that extra length.
Lamentations Ch.1:V.2-3 " - She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
- Judah is gone into captivity because of affliction, and because of great servitude: she dwelleth among the heathen, she findeth no rest: all her persecutors overtook her between the straits."
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