Seeing the Invisible made Visible

 

 

A broken statue of an angel, part of its wing is attached. Otherwise, I might have assumed it was Jesus.

A sense of spirituality washes over me, life is imperfect, and spirituality reminds me of the invisible hand of healing and grace I can take hold of to guide me.

The pink gown folds with elegance, and the head is missing along with the upper torso, giving way to the invisible heart exposed as if prayers of those who had come before me slip into the open air, a pathway to another person's journey.

Reminding me that even in brokenness, I am not alone; there is a well-worn path, of tears, of other's lives lived before me. I hold on to the hand of the soul of love.

 

Comments

[jeanne]

Beautiful posting and your words are always magic.
Love Jeanne

[Colleen Young]

I love everything about this, your words captured its essence

[marilyn]

Your words of brokenness and the visual capture what so many are traversing through these days.

[Carol]

You write so beautifully, Corey.♥️

[Susan in Zurich]

❤️

[Kathy]

Beautifully written, my friend. 💕 Thank you.

[Liana]

So very beautiful! The statue and your thoughts!

[pmj]

Wow! This is good, Corey!

[marilyn]

We are surrounded by angels.
Beautiful words.