People of the Mist
the calling
Photo by Zhaoli JIN on Unsplash
Ash on autumn ridge—
ghost owl glides in stealth through mist,
crying you...you...you
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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