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.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
A Saturday Morning
battered branches
litter the brown earth
snow frozen and thawed and
frozen again
brown ponds of frozen ice
deer search for meager
meal amidst leafless bushes
and all creation seems to
sag
the earth is tired
beneath a pale winter sun
then quicksilver
bright
topknots jaunty
quail
skitter through the bleakness
excited over
some invisible feast
and scatter again chattering
leaving joy in their path
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