
she comes out of the dark on a crescent moonlit night
flowing mane like the golden rays of morning sunlight
secure under the mercy and grace of His holy might
standing with strength and love shining forth so bright
Poetry     ©Maleko

Poetry     ©Maleko
Watercolors ~ 4×6 inches ~ digitally enhanced ~ Mark Schutter ©2015 I think that if I become a…

There are things that gnaw at a man worse than dying. ~Charley Waite, Open Range We come to…