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, March 28, 2015
Heaven in our Souls
“After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth -
clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone
with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the
recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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early misty morning
trees looming through grayness
mountain majesty cloaked in drabness
the beauty hidden
the ground sodden as the rains soaked into
the thirsty soil
then a sliver
just
of light
and the clouds break open to
azure blue
fleeing the coming sun
the grass sparkles with silvery
points of grace
and the ground steams
as I step lightly into the world
with heaven in my soul
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