Saturday, November 18, 2017

Out of the Gray.

Lake slips into a mist of gray
Horizon framed by trees stripped by Fall, bracing for winter.
Seasons change, storms pass.

A metaphor for life?
Fifty shades of gray, stripped by storms bracing for loss.
Where is hope?

A Blue Herron floats over surface.
The Spirit floats over chaos.
Flashes of color break through the mist.
Seasons change, storms pass.
God--not lost in mist; clear and present in the gray.
Hope.




Life is fast.
Live it well...M6.8 bN

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