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, January 20, 2015
A Winter's Morn
Morning has broken
the sun sneaks up
peeking out over the
show covered mountains
conquering the clouds and the mist
light dances through the trees
gently warming
cold air
the smoke lingers
from many a wood stove
blurring the
visage of the trees
and tickling my nose
the horses
take flight
leaping
and kicking with the joy
of a crisp winter morning
the day is here
can God come out to play?
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