days like these...
It is on days like these that I feel the passionate burn. The air is cool, tingling, the mist wraps around the trees and shafts of sunlight break through broken clouds. Days like these when I want to lie down, close my eyes, imagine a time when the world wasn't like what it is now. Imagine a time when there was no suburban sprawl, no multi-million dollar housing developments, just pristine nature, untouched: ravines, waterfalls, mountains and valleys, all bowed down in untainted worship of our Holy God. It is days like these when I wish to see them up-close, days when I want to touch their skin, feel their breath, and dare I say it: lock eyes. It is days like these when I am reminded that one day the ache, the burn will be suaved, the sweet aloe-vera of a re:made creation, and my wildest dreams shall make today seem a foggy, black-and-white, faded-out blur, an off-the-cuff memory. It is days like these when I see them everywhere I look... ah, such a golden name: dinosaurs.
It is on days like these that I feel the passionate burn. The air is cool, tingling, the mist wraps around the trees and shafts of sunlight break through broken clouds. Days like these when I want to lie down, close my eyes, imagine a time when the world wasn't like what it is now. Imagine a time when there was no suburban sprawl, no multi-million dollar housing developments, just pristine nature, untouched: ravines, waterfalls, mountains and valleys, all bowed down in untainted worship of our Holy God. It is days like these when I wish to see them up-close, days when I want to touch their skin, feel their breath, and dare I say it: lock eyes. It is days like these when I am reminded that one day the ache, the burn will be suaved, the sweet aloe-vera of a re:made creation, and my wildest dreams shall make today seem a foggy, black-and-white, faded-out blur, an off-the-cuff memory. It is days like these when I see them everywhere I look... ah, such a golden name: dinosaurs.
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