Name
Hands of The Faithful
Description
Throughout days along our path
We quip and guess at moves amassed
What remarks would fate’s hand make?
With no clear sign, one could mistake.
Lo, we find our head hung low
Second thoughts of first journey’s glow
If only one gesture could lift us up high
A movement made by fate’s blind eye
The third one, we pretend doesn’t exist
Even when shown, we too soon dismiss
But what if it could show us all,
The one and only, Destiny’s call?
Never more lost for purpose, no!
Set down fear and pick up faith, show!
A hand held high as doubt now gone!
Become headstrong, in faith, forever long.
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Process & Medium:
AI, Digital Compositing & Painting, Sacrifice
3360 × 4200
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