Is there a room maybe
With space for a smile
Will the quilts stay soft
After and over awhile
Could the music still play
Will joy in grace yet continue
If it happened on tomorrow
What would be the venue
Well...
There's white tile past the door
Blinds with God shining through
Like the love deep inside us
Lit by the tiniest sleeping hue
Photo by Stephanie Peters. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
This is beautiful poetry....but funny how different images speak differently to people. I see serenity, peace but waiting and loneliness too... waiting for the lover in the bed, the child in the small rocker, the hustle to disrupt the order. It is anticipation and meanwhile solitude.
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