Original poetry print | A5 textured 300gsm paper | Unframed

“In the breath between my words, I lift my eyes up to the sky, to ask this one thing – will you take me to the secret place, where chaos meets solace, rivers wild run still and yellow fields clothe the ground beneath our feet? You tell me to leave my anxieties at the gates of the garden, and so, I do. A wave of contentment, warm as the sun, washes over me. All is well. Inhale. Selah. Exhale.”