Winter is slipping away one morning glow at a time one second of thawing ice one moment of spring thoughts one….
Tag: sunrise photography
When we enroll by choice into the saving grace by faith we live for an eternal life by loving, as He loves us by preparing each day to do as He wills. We weave in and out of lives sharing a part of Him who is in us a part of His “love, joy, forbearance,…
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Surrendering to the moment my backside molded to frozen sand marveling at color and the way light shines like warm diamonds. The clearest vision of contentment consumes me, as my body relaxes, taking it all in. Thoughtless I am when warm breath escapes into pastel skies. And though my camera is attached to my hand…
Winter’s Immersing Day
You’re calling me from my sleep into the unknown to lay by your waters where my heart will be full I heard a sweet tender voice, a lapping of waves I saw a cloud arising to light, from winters immersing day
me you us two chairs and the sea at sunrise
You call me straight out of dreams and long forgotten tales to stumble in the dark toward hardwood and nails. And while the bite of winter nips at my nose, plays on my skin totally exposed; the flames in the sky turn dark to light hello daytime goodbye night.
The battle this morning is nothing new. Its charge of complacency settles within, while I rock in this chair under clouds and sun rays, pulling me deeper into shades of grey. I can hear Your whispers, like a soft tap on my shoulder. I try to listen, but with the world so loud, I can…
Your name escapes me, it is the least on my mind, for I am but an apprentice to your expertise, while we move through the silence of crisp morning in familiar places and unfamiliar territory.
Good Night, Good Morning
You are uniform, whether rise or fall, dawn or dusk You remain the same whether seen or unseen displaying an array of colors, that captivate. You are bright, warm, and I look forward to basking in you every day.
It takes just one moment with you for me to grin my unmoored heart to flutter butterflies to dance. Just One.
Awake, alive, aware Yet I do not dare To make known What is not known.