Category: Renee Rentmeester

There is but one Morning,that when we took our first Breath;All the others are remindersthat we have not yet journeyed into death.

Trees allow their old leaves to fall so they can then blossom.

Flames beaten by the Ocean’s Rage; Shrouded in Molten Haze; Blithely sheathed in Splendor. An Angel rises from the Embers. Calming Waters brew Courage replete; Fear cowers at Bravery’s feet. An Angel rises from the Embers. Enlightenment basks on the shore; Tidal waves gasp and roar; ‘Quiet!’ the Wind implores! Silence sings, and spirits soar… An Angel rises from the Embers.