Maybe it was the midnight shadows on pure sheets
or the snow etched by Picasso’s hand.
Or it could have been the sprig of pine needles,
ends all swirly script.
Or was it those cattails, fuzzy and tall and proud?
Or the geese with ice skates on their webbed
feet, bobbing and reaching and
cutting mystic patterns through ice?
Or it’s quite possible it was that peony splash of
sun that broke over the clouds and through that hill and
trees and across the
snow to where I stood
That left my mouth agape and my center
bored out by
heat and
love and eternity.
Connecting through the power of stories written, spoken and lived
Perhaps it was. And perhaps you enter into the world (and all of creation) with a heart wide open, ready to truly love what you have truly seen. Yes, perhaps you’re a most beautiful soul! And perhaps I ought to thank God once again for you!!
with such love, your mama
Oh, Mama, you da best! Thanking God for you.
Wow!
:)
I second Donald’s wow! Beautifully written — I’m moved.
Sherrey, thank you so much for meeting me here and for your comment! Are you planning to be at the (in)RL event? I think there is someone by your name attending at my group meeting here in the Portland area. Thanks again for visiting and sharing your words. :)
Perfect way to start my day – drawing near to god through you. Where was your photo taken?
Thank you, Deb. It was a year ago — right in Glaze Meadow (in Black Butte), as I recall. Oh, how I love that place.
your observations spun in such lyrical and palpable ways imbue the colors of my life. I really appreciate that. Love, Papa
Thank you, thank you, Papa.