Crossings

The rope was swerving indiscriminately with guided missile precision, faulting the poor handkerchief tree leaf trying to cuddle it. Hanguing helplessly to flee from the predator, the resilient, conscious, optimistic and self-determined procrastinator was buoyantly in control but not ready to shout his glory through the empty canister just yet. Whilst the birdcage stood tall, singing the hallelujah song, he searched for the road less traveled to an incubator across the street, running into a draw bridge instead.

©️Angela Aguiar

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JLHPB, Words To Live By!

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Joy is the walk, footsteps we take regardless of our circumstances.
Love is zest, the embrace of one another unconditionally without preconceived notion. Hope is a corridor of tomorrow.
Peace is be still and know that He is always with us.
Breathing is the moment we say Amen!

©️Angela Aguiar