The skeletal fingers of the tree reach upwards toward the cold winter sky.
My imagination sees the reaching as one of desperation.
When all else fails in life, than and only than do we reach toward the heaven and look for the answers.
You would think that we would be smart enough to look to the Light first instead of last.
As we finally reach, we are answered.
He knows exactly what we need.
ahhh, but do we know what we need?
ReplyDeleteunfortunately, not always...beautifful phots and fitting words.
You are so wise. Thanks for sharing.
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