What is this unfolding, this slow-
going unraveling of gift held
in hands open
to the wonder and enchantment of it all?
What is this growing, this rare
showing, like blossoming
of purple spotted forests
by roadsides grown weary with winter months?
Seasons affected, routinely disordered
by playful disturbances of divine glee
weaving through limbs with
sharpened shards of mirrored light,
cutting dark spaces, interlacing creation,
commanding life with whimsical delight.
re-making, shifting stones, addressing dry bones,
dizzying me with blessings,
intercepting my grieving
and raising the dead all around me?
~ Enuma Okoro
We’re walking along the Bonnechere River in morning stillness, among awakening campers tucked under broad tents and Coleman lanterns. Waving goodbye to the transcendent beauty of this place until we return again next year.
Wherever your weekend takes you, make you see His reflection in the hello of a new day.