Done so by half than fully to sweep away the dust that unsettles the room to be in. Not entirely cleared the air as still some overshadowed areas to contend.
If beauty is skin deep than prepare for the deepest parts of their soul to still continue with such fate, that others so ritually praise furthermore.
Just slight sturdiness to give by the small whispers in ear, to keep for those small thoughts what balances the mind straight.
A fallen life still grasps on to what they believe in, and if truth be known can raise their spirits again to be lifted from deliverance.
Not always the path that makes it straight but the arched underpass to walk through. Even stepping stones that encourage a step at a time still leads ahead by each gradual pace.
In the forest; comforting to know of their peaceful rest to now have, as a bed made of the sheets of fields. Laying upon a bed of roses that reveal such beauty and meaning. A name set in stone to commemorate the place they are laid to bare in. Now they are free as the land while others who walk a tightrope to cope with. Hoping from their mistakes will be capable of walking upon ground than be set the same amongst it.
In the stones; capturing thoughts that run away with the mind making matters slight to their true perspective, if it's cradle to the grave then the wind that blows has a change in direction for thoughts as a choice to make that alters with time, love that grows from strength to strength as the pillars to support and keep to the same circles to go round in.
Nehemiah Ch.2:V.12 " - And I arose in the night, I and some few men with me; neither told I any man what my God had put in my heart to do at Jerusalem: neither was there any beast with me, save the beast that I rode upon."
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