The lines and marks of seemingly imperfections, instead render it truly unique.

God’s stained glass gathers warmth.

Complications upon complications, relentless, unceasing, unchanging, ever-changing.

Sand carried by the relentless ocean comes to rest atop a bed of ivy.

They say that cats can see the ghosts that haunt the dusty unloved corners of a home.

The rumble-tumble-jumble of sound wells up her throat fighting to get out.

A shower of golden light briefly illuminate the darkness.

Multicolored visual shrieks of joy.

They bob along the ocean in the faith that someday, the perfect wave will come along.

I wonder if they accept their existence without question or wonder about their brethren that fly above the clouds.