I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Another Monday Morning
the clouds hover
hugging the ground
loosely
weeping
tears of life
in the gray stillness
the day is silent and dreary
the mountain is hidden
in muted obscurity
behind the stolid haze
and yet
in the filtered rays
of the sun
which must be there
somewhere
the rich green
of nourished grass
and the regal purple
of iris'
glow
a doe
wanders through the meadow
scattering
the quail
as she makes her way
gently through the abundance
of spring
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Thank you God
that even in moments when
life seems a bit dark
and closed in
there is still beauty
to be seen
and life begins again
each morning
each moment
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