My usual goal is to share beauty and light.
But sometimes the heart expresses it’s experience.
(I had different plans for this green 5 ft piece of plywood, but 10 minutes with a piece of charcoal showed what my heart needed to let go of.)
Accusation’s exaggeration leaves ugly the cast down face that once held simple beauty.
Words and love-withheld are religion’s artillery.
Shame is a liar.