a gift of wonder

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Autumn leaves dancing in the breeze

a gentle protector .. within the realm of books

a whisper on the wings of the wind ... Morning Glory

and the spirit of God moved upon the waters.. Genesis

as a partnership it was destined to end but not without beauty...

as a sojourner he loved sight but not quite as much as insight ...

God knows I want to be a rose but the closest i ever got was just ragamuffin beauty...

beauty at the edge of Autumn.. goldfinch leaves ready to take flight...

childhood midsummer afternoons when you could catch the truth in a net...

every leaf always had its chance to speak before the conversation was ended...

every lily was compelled to be all it could be.. there were no alternatives...

he knew that the landscape of his life was being forever changed... shaped by grace...

he was happy to know the truth.. it had set him free..

home is a place your soul can rest and return to...

honour the sacredness of everyday life...

in the creator's mind's eye there was a depth which no one could comprehend...

it is impossible to have a small life if your life opens up onto eternity... why are you creative...

it was the first of snow and the start of another transformation...

it was the most courageous thing he had ever done weaving that slender thread into the tapestry of his life...

it was the place of no longer and not yet to be overshadowed by full bloom...

lengthening shadows maked the hours yet sunlight filled the days...

life is short but passion is long.. so whenever possible go along...

living in the light knowing what is needed for life....

muted beauty a woodland glen shuffling off into November....

of heaven... and earth... oh, what an opportunity we have..

only the wind knows every tree...

stick, stick, leaf and stone one again becoming...

still the sacred passage waited patiently for the sojourner's arrival...

sunbeams monbeams wind and rain creation was always dancing...

take time to enjoy your life.. you only pass this way once..

the Winter wind

the basics seem so transcendently simple if you can see with your heart...

the biting distortions of Winter brought clarity to my troubled mind...

the contrasting weeks of Winter... creating December's new quilt...

the delicate beauty is gone... but the rugged beauty lingers on.. Indian Summer

the fallen leaves had never felt the weight of the winter sky before...

the great escape from the known into the unknown... once again...

the perishable portrait... the grass withers and the flower fades...

the place was forgotten... yet fragments of memory lingered on...

the rock in the river... radical acceptance balanced with radical change...

the sheer beauty and audacity of becoming... being.... alive in the universe...

the snowflakes held within themselves the memory of the mountain stream...

the strength and humility of beauty... simple places whre God may enter and dwell...

the veins of autumn gold would soon be safely hidden in winter's icy vault...

there comes a time when you just need to celebrate... so celebrate

trillium emerging... beauty appropriate to its place..

urban roadkill,,, ready for the great Creator's recycling bin of life.. please!

vulnerable moment... no longer and not yet... all part of destiny...

what dwelt in the bottomless depths... surely only the ages... the fools... and the sages for sure...

would that not be a fierce and fragile place... where God may dwell only for a season...

No One Knew Where The River Ended

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