Entering


My hands are full, and I sing.

My hands hold —take comfort, have peace.

“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old.

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?

I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”

Isaiah 43:19

The Light, Gina Renee 2020

ink on paper, photographic edit

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