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.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
I like how you blush
I like the way you blush, God
the season spring,
the season summer, the season
fall, the hour of winter
and that magnificent season
existence!
yes I love the way you blush, my
Lord, when we are sometimes
near.
Hafiz
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O Lord
waiting for the sun
I think about You
I think about leaves turning brilliant
and skies turning gray
I think of snow on the mountains
and crisp mornings
of frost on the flowers
I think of the smell of smoke in the air
and the rustling of the wind
in the Aspens
I think of deer
Tiptoeing through the pines
and horse
leaning over the fence
chastising me
for not feeding them earlier
I think of quail
fatly (my own made up word) running to
gobble the sunflower seeds the
crossbeaks have left behind
of cats
slinking through the grass
thinking “dinner”
as the quail scatter
ah your world lord
it is as much a sign of your love
as the blush
of a woman (or man)
in the presence of her (or his)
beloved
Thank you
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