Today it's almost imperceptible
Yet there's hope for tomorrow’s reprise
Of yesterday’s home
Complimentary companions
A package of potential
Just hanging together
Best buds
Creation’s finest
Jewelled and dressed for the dance
Of winter with spring
Clingin’
Flakin’
Surroundin’
Featherin’
Coverin’
Embroiderin’
Colorin’
I'm
Likin’
Lichen
Usually These days Dark, cold, snow Accompany me on my morning walk
Not always
Usually These days There is something, someone I find of interest, delight on my morning walk
However
Always These days The dance of sun and earth Continues as I do my morning walk
And
These days I’m reminded the Sun Still rises while I do my morning walk
Today’s gift
Today is New Years Day.
It’s also the Seventh Day of Christmas.
So let’s think about swans. See…
Let’s try that again…
That’s better. Not quite like the song, though…
Okay, full disclosure …
There were only six swans and they’re not swimming. And, these were taken on the day before Christmas not today.
Just needed an excuse to show some swan pics. Just for fun.
Today’s gift
This is my Father’s world.
Today’s gift…
This week’s backyard …
Unexpected morning delights
Good morning!
That’s all…
Except this…
This is the day the Lord has made.
Wherever you are and whoever you are with…
Rejoice! Be glad!
Today’s gift
Unexpected delight…
When grandkids live half a continent away, it’s a treat to get an unsolicited note.
My middle school age grandson’s simple message was, “Look what I did today.” It was followed by a few dozen photos taken on a day off from school after an overnight ice storm.
As a proud Grampa, I thought I’d share. Here are a few of his shots.
Today’s gift
Sunrise… It happens everywhere.
Sun, Earth solstice bound
Daily darker, woe, and woe
Wait! Tomorrow’s hope
Sun, Moon, Venus, Mars
All the rest, twirling, whirling
Sphere music, dancing
Cosmos - all of it
Creator loved, Son redeemed
Heaven, nature sing!
Today's hope and gift
I remember back then
when walking along the swamp path
I remember seeing lavender, pink and orange
Hugging the horizon
A rich palette of color
Leaking through skeletal trees
Announcing the arrival of the sun
To light the day.
I remember walking not so long ago
Same path, same sky, same everything
Yet a gray shroud laid across the sky holding back
A flood of color trying in vain to influence the day
Amidst steel wool clouds rolling out an even darker gray
All making me wonder, why bother
If there is no sunrise
To light the day
Then I remembered something
As I walked along the swamp path
I remembered some wisdom from a friend who said
Even though the kaleidoscope of morning beauty
Is hidden and all seems lost, grim, hopeless
Unseen on the other side of the gray
There’s always a sunrise
To light the day
Sunrise, today’s gift
Walk as Children of Light 