Parable: The Face of Love

I overheard this conversation accidentally and since then I wasn’t the same anymore.

Maybe it wasn’t an accident after all, being at that hour in that garden.

I once walked in a spring garden, in the early morning hours, when the day is yet gray, hazy and undecided. The dew had wet my bare feet and hem, and even the birds were still too sleepy to greet me when I heard whispering. Continue reading “Parable: The Face of Love”

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Acrylic Painting: Love has Wings

Acrylic painting 60 x40cm

Love has wings

And when all others fail me

she is the one who stays

who holds my hand,

who counts my tears,

and paints with them. Continue reading “Acrylic Painting: Love has Wings”