the warmth of stone
Feel the stone, it warms beneath your touch. Love, belief, tears flow through your fingertips. Generations have passed through this space and left it changed…
The Winding Stair
echoes from long ago
Feel the stone, it warms beneath your touch. Love, belief, tears flow through your fingertips. Generations have passed through this space and left it changed…
I keep thinking I’ve been here before: it reminds me of church ruins I visited in Ireland. It’s beautiful, wherever it is!