Hands of Heaven

love on the edge of eternity

When it’s an opportune moment, there will be great resistance.

Standing on the edge of loose stones, the rock-face appeared like a slide. I sat down and slid with the mountains embrace. The rocks gathered briskly beneath my feet to keep me from falling, and in that moment the cliff side became like hands of God.


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