I'm often marveled by the obedience of the sky. How its isolated presence passively presides over the toils of earth. And though it's purpose is obvious, I struggle to perceive the nature of its being that seems hidden from the very sight that beholds it. Yet, there it is, in harmony with the tenacity of waves ceaselessly climbing, clamoring, roaring at the feet of rugged shorelines. The earth moans in quakes, the trees breathe with winds, and we are children caught between them. There is stillness, and endless movement in these acts of creation that seem to defy, yet glorify each other. It made me wonder a great deal about the body and the soul; how poorly we manage ourselves, as if we are just beings of flesh dying our way through life. Little do we know that what we do in the body, is watched by the spirit, and our souls are merely children caught between the eternal and the temporary. Model @anika__50 Technical Assistant @islandboiphotography #jamaicanphotographer #poetryislife #poetsociety #writerslife #artlovers