
Death knell sounds its echo across time
As the haunting of the ages
Falls into an ocean of silence
Our soul is drawn close to the edge of the water
Sensing something
In those hidden depths
That has a gift for us
Most often arising
At the time of profoundest
Emptiness
This is when the muted death knell
Sounds its note
Vibrationally
And we who are called must go
To the water
Where we reverence in silence
Truths too obscure and complex
To be given voice
Beautiful. I love the picture you chose. That looks like a Waterhouse. Hope you have a blessed weekend. Love π Joni
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It is it’s one of my favourites you too Joni…much love β₯οΈ
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I certainly enjoyed your piece. Wishing you a blessed and wonderful Sabbath my sweet friend. Love you Joni πΈπΊβ€οΈ
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It’s Monday for me now but I hope your Sabbath was blessed too Joni sending you love and sunshine. πβ₯οΈ
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Oh thank you dear friend. Have a blessed week and stay safe. Love and hugs Joni
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