The Gift of this Gray Day

Rain slips through the forest while birch leaves whisper and earth drinks in sustenance. God made this day too! Gray skies absorb the sunshine to share mild light with the calm white lake. The rusty leaf carpeton the forest floorsips blessing as it diesand younger leaves yellowthen swirl gracefully downlike silent charmsto nest and restContinue reading “The Gift of this Gray Day”

Resting on the Rock

My Lord, my Friend, my God, you are my solid Rock. All around, beyond your contours, the land is full of thorns and thistles, wasteland where the snakes hide out waiting for prey. But on this granite refuge, sparkling with these tiny glints of mica and underlined with flint, I stand in peace. A treeContinue reading “Resting on the Rock”