The dried golden grass crunched under her feet as she walked the cemetery. Inadvertently, she stumbled upon the hidden resting place on the grounds of the deteriorating manor. The stone birdbath, worn out by time and weather, still stood peacefully on the first plot. The angel, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, tilted her headContinue reading “FRIDAY FICTION: Isabella (89 Words)”
Thank God louder than your loudest moments ~ Raelyn Pracht
Her final destination awaits.
The shadows of love lost still sit centered on the glass table. A beautiful, contradicting reminder of the illusion of trust.
Awake, my soul from restless sleep. Stir my heart – inviting His presence. Arouse my mind, evoking His Word. Awake, my soul from the darkest depths. Stir my heart with love abounding. Arouse my mind – remembering His promises. © 2022 Raelyn Pracht