Day twenty-one
Beauty as defiant agenda

Laying my hand on you, I feel the weight of a heavy heart. Quietly wiping away tears, you sniffle through your moments. I pluck each one from the ground, offering them up to the heavens. He is our garment of praise [and you are cloaked in gladness]. Dancing. A new song forming, now.

Psalm 30:11

Oil on Canvas Board
Framed in FSC Beechwood
8 in x 8 in, 12 x 12 in framed