Morning Reflections
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.
What is this breaking, this hopeful
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.
Beautiful
Does this signal the end of summer? Are we at the threshold of crisp air and orange canopies? Almost. Then schools will be reopening their doors to anxious pupils fresh from the bake.
Thank you for the lovely poem and the reminder of another hello from a new day full of opportunities and mercies.
Have a happy and restful weekend, Shelly.
Life’s seasons do fly by so quickly don’t they? Before you know it, we will be decorating the Christmas tree.
Your post has calmed my soul on this coming busy weekend. Thanks so much!
So glad Sherrey. It’s a peaceful place where we vacation, I’m glad to share a piece of it.
shifting stones, addressing dry bones…….oh so beautiful.
deeply, life-givingly beautiful.
dizzying me with blessings, indeed!
writing this down with glad thanks
for this wonderful share!
-Jennifer
Beautiful… as usual.
Blessings from you to me and me to you.
Shelly – beautiful photos and thoughts.
Blessings,
Joan
Welcome home sweet friend.