it's a 4272023 morning the kind of morning that will never be here again the fire leaves are awakening big blue skies are smiling the proud trees are welcoming a 4272023 morning the silent digital sentinel on our wrist counts the seconds that will make up the moments of this gift we call a day the unrepeatable you this world of image bearers in all our collective journeys we share the sorrow the waiting the singing the building the crying the disorientation the confusion the celebration the shame the brokenness the wonder the exhaustion the despair the longing for meaning the searching for love it's who we are glorious and ruinous on this 4272023 morning let’s remember together our Creator is here for you and me for all the world the Light has overcome the darkness so we can open our hearts and become fire leaves illuminated dazzling sparkling welcoming the Light the everlasting Love awakened by eternal songs of redemption so this 4272023 morning will soon be gone what will we leave behind words of comfort love and laughter shared tears forgiving eyes grateful for a 4272023 morning and grateful for you
so i might as well write about the clouds today lately more than a few have come my way but hey why do i think that it has to always go my way clouds gray lately they seem to stay these uninvited guests well even when i try my best to pretend they just won't rest until tears reappear tearing through my gray gray mind oh i wonder if i will ever find a way through all the clouds and all the gray oh cardinal is there a prayer for me wrapped up in all your music and melody through the gray the notes they fly to find the light they tell my soul that it’s okay to take a stroll through all the clouds and all the gray and just stay wait and pray
great day for a hike
We moved to our current home in Illinois from Michigan back in 2004, but it’s not the first time we have lived in Illinois. We first arrived in Chicago-land back in 1988. However, it wasn’t until we came back in 2004 that we discovered Matthiessen State Park.
The day started out with the typical refrain of cold, low, gray clouds, but Mr. I-Can’t-Seem-To-Get-The-Weather-Report-Right promised clearing skies and it came to pass that a beautiful, mostly sunny afternoon emerged.
One of the things I love about each of the it-feels-like-hundreds-of-times that I have visited this park is that it is always new. It’s like discovering and exploring for the first time, each time.
And I love the quiet… the sense of calm…
I am glad I made time to reflect… walk… listen to a waterfall, or the water gurgling over rocks and a stubborn oak leaf…
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snowy spring morning
well snowy spring morning i wonder did you know that through the window of my soul the snow is falling soft and still the birdsong silent ‘neath the chill and beauty hides in the silence and sadness hides in the unknown and hope hides in the fleeting faith that rises with each falling flake of snow did you know snowy spring morning there is something growing in the waiting flowers put their hoodies on and trees are standing at the ready oh snowy spring morning paint the ground and sparkle the air i’ll find the beauty while the birds remember their songs and beauty hides in the silence and sadness hides in the unknown and hope hides in the fleeting faith that rises with each falling flake of snow did you know snowy spring morning
a gray shadow
blankets the light
an opaque spirit
descends in my mind
and tries to dislodge
hope from my soul
it nearly succeeds
turn to the left
turn to the right
and nothing does
i can’t focus
on the next step
what kind of morning
what kind of dawn
i think i’ll wait
i choose to listen
my Maker is near
and He whispers
through the diffused
shadows of my fear
He sings through
the longing in my tears
and in this moment
nothing has changed
the struggle remains
so i yield to this moment
in His mysterious
kings park psychiatric center – 3
This is the third and last post from a visit to the Kings Park Psychiatric Center with my brother on a recent trip back to New York. While walking the grounds we came upon this wall that appeared to be the remains of some kind of outdoor gathering place. (?)
The textures were fascinating here. And those trees! Just incredible how they found life, water and sustenance through the brick and stone.
On the left side was a small storage room (?) guarded by a fallen tree that we were hoping was the opening of a tunnel.
This was inside that room.
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hey december where did you go did you take the mistletoe and what happened to the eyes all aglow light and trees christmas melodies how quiet it all seems well christmas is only 356 days away until then i’ll choose to stay in the silence of winter’s embrace i’ll welcome the stillness and ponder the grace that fills my heart in the quiet start of this new year i choose to hear the voice of my Father in heaven the grace of His presence the love of His Son hey december it was fun but living this life is a serious thing so i will sing of His light in me and remember i can take december and bring good cheer to family near and friends so far dear God thank you dear God thank you for memories of christmas melodies and for right now this day this moment for your presence thank you God
little frozen stars
snowflakes like little frozen stars are dancing around my backyard barren branches shiver beneath winter’s breath there is a kind of death that erases memories of fireflies and summer rain but is’t okay there are frozen stars dancing around my backyard this winter day cold and wind sweep the messy fall away cold stardust blankets the ground and delicately paints the trees and help me see that all this loss of green and flower is the rhythm of you and me for there is power in resting waiting dying to even beautiful things that may shackle our souls and find new life beneath the barren new love beneath the bitterness new warmth beneath the cold let’s dance like little frozen stars in my backyard and remember that what seems random when we feel abandoned when our hearts are unable to fathom the singing of the birds we wait in the in between and come to the Word He speaks into our stillness He speaks into our silence while little frozen stars dance in my backyard
This is a collection of way too many images from a beautiful sunrise this morning. Taken at McKinley Woods, a local Illinois state park. Thanks for stopping by.
starved rock fall
Starved Rock Sate Park, in Utica, IL, is always fun to visit, but in the Fall it can be just breathtaking. Situated along the Illinois River, it is a welcome contrast to the soybean fields and corn fields that dominate the landscape in this part of the midwest.
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