Sunday of Our Lord. Ready for the Journey, Sure of Our Faith. The language is a Soul Speach, we use to call it The Astral ☆

A Journey On a Bridge, Going On and Back, and On Again. And Again...☆

Brother, My Big Brother. FATHER, My Only Father. SON of our Holy Hopes. We Will Sail Together, wherever we go, We Will Follow You. I've seen for the first time, after a long time of Desert, the Ocean. A Flag through the Fog, with a Rainbow and a Dove upon it. A Tree. I've Recognised My Lord is coming back. I'll be Ready. I've heard many sounds, it was my mind or a dream, or the Nature in Her Miracle. I didn't ask myself, but I've only reached the Harbour with the oldest shoes I had, and Wait for the Ship to leave. Lift. ☆

Em#7~♤