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