Every night I say a prayer….
Tag: prayer
Missed It! #photography
On a beach trip I watched these guys trying to coax in seagulls with bread nibbles so that one of them could get photos. I snapped a few of the scene and when editing saw the comical reality of their efforts . I know I pay a lot of attention to the tiny things, but all too often our focus on the grand event causes us to miss the little gifts that life has to offer. This really struck a chord with me which stuck and was a pivotal moment that caused me to stop being so busy with my large endeavors to enjoy the simple gifts I was being given. The sun glinting off of a dewdrop, the sound of the world waking up, the wind whispering through the trees ovehead or the symphonic silence of clouds rolling against a blue sky are precious jewels that, if we continue on the path we are as a global community, we might end up losing. We must stop looking up and out for the answers and really look inward. I am often told I am too hard on myself; but I really feel effective change can only begin by changing the one thing we can-ourselves.
I believe in the power of Spirit. Prayer is answered every day, just not always in the way we envision it.
I hope you have a terrific, and safe, Free48 holiday weekend. This time is for remembering the sacrifices of those who believed in and fought for the freedoms we enjoy every day.
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven…”
Seeing
Seeing
In quiet reverence I step
into the light,
my church,
my peace
My favorite pew
curves gently under
my tired body, its
rhythm sways
me into quiet meditation
as my skin drinks in
evening’s soft light.
Old sun teases-
a playful game of
hide-n-seek.
I peek through
half closed eyelids
as he winks.
The congregation gathers
quietly round me…
The choir sways to
the melody of the wind
whistling through the trees,
fuschia robes fluttering
against an azure sky….
such greatness,
beauty and wonder
to behold.
I am moved
to be near such majesty,
compelled to find the
tiny miracles that
together make the whole.
Existence not a mere
contradiction of dark
and light, beauty or beast.
She is a symphony of color,
form, movement, sound-
the truth astounds!
It washes over me as a baptism,
salvation waiting at day’s end,
the truth found in a single drop-
heaven’s tears shed for that
which is given in vain,
the suffering and pain,
sins gone with the
cooling rain.
All that we know,
all we can be,
from eternity-
a golden key
is always free
if only…
with a closer look
we truly see.
CherylKP copyright words and images
2018
I hope you enjoy this by my favorite ladies…Celtic Woman
