poetry in stone

Walking around Cardiff today, I stumble across poetry etched in stone.  I am reminded of the timelessness of arcs and lines that form the words I write, the language I live, the artistry of life waiting to be found, to be seen.

I see this monument and stand to gape.  It could not more perfectly describe the One I love, the King Who has captured my gaze.  We follow a King who gives us dreams and songs to sing.  What amazing grace is this?

I love reminders of His goodness on this journey, His whispers all around me if I only have eyes to see and ears to hear.

I want to walk in the reality of being royalty from another realm who gives all those around her permission to dream and songs to sing!