This poem came to me during a silent moment in a stitching group I was leading. It felt like a message I was supposed to pay attention to.
Listen to me read “Fingertips Flicker” out loud:
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Very wonderful. Emma. Your poem resonates with me. There’s lots of good comparisons.
I think I got burnt out on my stitching and ALL art making. So, I’m taking a sabbatical. Now I’m binge reading clean mysteries/suspense by Christian authors. Fun to figure out the puzzle. Best wishes to you. ❤️
Very wonderful. Emma. Your poem resonates with me. There’s lots of good comparisons.
I think I got burnt out on my stitching and ALL art making. So, I’m taking a sabbatical. Now I’m binge reading clean mysteries/suspense by Christian authors. Fun to figure out the puzzle. Best wishes to you. ❤️
Janice R