Tag: God

Rescued

In a remembered hour, wine colored circles expand around an amber-hued memory.

Spiraling down a tunnel; drifting, darkness, decay.

Expecting not to be rescued; God reached for me, anyway.

Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2020

I am currently working on a second poetry collection.  I plan to include this poem in that collection.  I am including my original photography, as well.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Thanks.

Jenny