RHEA CROSLEY Writing

Beautiful, I love birds. God's creation is a living gift. He paints apon the wind the finest of details yet sweeps a broad brush with clouds..

Grief Darkness at midday Violent rain Lightening flashing World's thickest veil torn Buried Light flashes, men fear ..

Although most of my time is filled with work and school and laced with Joy;There are nights and lonely times when my loss comes in like a fog.

I give this as free to use in non profit service without charge. Written as a poetic love song to God.

A Prayer for our president

Meeting with God to fullfill our hearts desire takes a preperation of heart and a time of waiting.

A poem/prose of appreciation to warriors who have gone before us.

The dance of real life and intamacy.

Heavens love flowing to you.

Presently writing as I travel through time.

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