I am yet unable to dismiss the word in me. I can cleave back its excrescences.
I can prune its misappropriated inclinations. But I must weave my silk web, even as the world outgrows my power to feign some definitive form against the midst of it. The tumult would render me powerless save this tree-the tree of my grandfather. The tongue of my people bears an integrity against the effusive world swell. The word of my father strengthens me. I embrace the logic of my kin to weave this tapestry. I bow to the trunk set hold in this cosmic ferment as I attempt to catch the point of
Creatively written and so deeply thought provoking. I will reread again and again .
You are Sweet, Lisa. Thank you for your kindness, your recent book recommendation, and for being a fellow reader. All the best!
When you say the word of my Father♥️🙏
This really spoke to me,
I am yet unable to dismiss the word in me. I can cleave back its excrescences.
I can prune its misappropriated inclinations. But I must weave my silk web, even as the world outgrows my power to feign some definitive form against the midst of it. The tumult would render me powerless save this tree-the tree of my grandfather. The tongue of my people bears an integrity against the effusive world swell. The word of my father strengthens me. I embrace the logic of my kin to weave this tapestry. I bow to the trunk set hold in this cosmic ferment as I attempt to catch the point of