Sunday at Home

 Outside, angelic voices  sing in harmony, calling for "Jesus to Come unto Thee""

Melodious and peaceful. juxapostioning the reality around.

Beauty in chaos

Without.

a fan hums and cold June breeze laden with Kanuri incense and oud wafts by, followed by sounds of a carpenter tinkering, sparrows complaining 

Within

Freud, his hysterical patients, and stories of their troubed minds , lie like an unending maze across my screen

This is Sunday at Home 

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