While awaiting for those final touches there is one thing on the mind that places thoughts to focus centrally towards.
Two ways for looking at it, either the big name on the door that gives its branded reputation. Or, knowing what to expect inside that entices the mind.
Alls well while waiting for that egg to hatch, yet it is only till then do they realise their surroundings.
They could produce a fountain of blood that flows like a waterfall, and still to look up to them as an idolised star who is blessed at sunset.
Well they didn't get their luxuries by the kindness of someone's heart. They worked for those heart warming comforts to take pleasure in. Which is why beggars can't be choosers yet it is those who need to admire such attractions.
In the forest; not all bridges are purposely for everyone, as this one turns up. Whether for allowing sailing ships to pass on waters below. The choice of allowing to cross determines by the circumstances of whom wishes to pass. Perhaps while water under bridge is still, or the off chance to pass over.
In the stones; speaking from the heart only the words come out smaller than the feelings giving anyone directions to choose, time is not an option when the hands pass by on the outside of the face where others time needs fulfilling, love is as a flower already grown and waiting to fully bloom where tempting directions cannot lure.
St. Luke Ch.19:V.28 " - And when he had thus spoken, he went before, ascending up to Jerusalem."
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