The word of God is something alive and active.
It cuts like any sword but more finely.
But still we are restive.
And missing his presence , lonely.

I have again started to paint.
Mystical abstract water colours.
We know we will never be a saint.
But we can still find solace creating for others.

There are so many ways of witnessing.
And sometimes a picture can do just as well.
As long as we keep trying.
And we realise it will never sell.

And so we keep painting.

And as we do so, meditating.

…….

His double edged sword

Divides the soul from spirit

Joints from the marrow

……

See Hebrews 4 : 12-16