Thursday, June 10, 2010
A morning walk
Too soon the day will become busy and distracting. It was never His intent. Nor is it His making. It is mine. All mine.
Nonetheless, the Creator's canvas is always before me. Beauty and grace appear with each stroke of His hand and whisper of His breath. These moments are never meant to be brief and fleeting. Rather, with eyes to see and ears to hear I would encounter the unimaginable beauty that surrounds my every breath. A beauty that should bring me to my knees.
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2010