Emotional feelings that is shared through empathy can be deluded if expressed in an artful sense of mind.
Are those same cotton socks to be blessed, as the sheets of fresh cotton to walk upon, by the same creases of material that threads them into shape.
Big deep pockets filled to bulge out are eye attracting, for knowing they won't need to dig deep to reach somewhere.
That's the gamble with seeing a passage through the woods to been overshadowed in for so long. Not knowing exactly what to find on the outside when to pass through and out of those woods.
A lifestyle to grasp is as taking hold of someone whom leans against what is taken great interest in. Where to rain upon those who will grow to take the same interest in. Some are slow at reaching for where others juggle with those interests, that are wanting to be taken hold of.
In the forest; a name heard from afar, distantly spoken like a whisper upon the wind. Praising their presence for already expecting for whom they are known as. And a long way from home they travel to be there, as a door far from their dwellings. Yet a means of knocking for them to come emerging from. Not necessarily the front door of their home that is requested to enter but the land to tread foot upon.
In the stones; directions to take in life can be choices made standing still and the atmosphere decides upon the mind as carried away with, deciding with each other is making steady steps even if everyone else has gone on ahead, love is like the hands of time and only briefly are both equally together but passing time differently but plan precise time ahead.
St. John Ch.11:V.56 " - Then sought they for Jesus, and spake among themselves, as they stood in the temple, What think ye, that he will not come to the feast?"
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