The Color of Trust
Comes the dark wind and unsettling storm–
Still.
Rises the smoky swell of doubt, and as sparks rise, so troubles rise–
Still, breathe.
Roars the purple thunder, quaking my stable ground, my naive expectation–
Still, breathe, pray.
Help in the trouble, adequacy in the brittle moment–
Still, breathe, pray, rest.
God is.
....the depth of the riches of God....always near and waiting
ReplyDeleteThankfully!
DeleteBeautiful words and skies.
ReplyDeleteWOW!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THOSE SHOTS! WERE EACH OF THEM TAKEN WHERE YOU LIVE?
ReplyDelete"THE HEAVENS DECLARE HIS GLORY!"
YOU'RE SO BLESSED TO HAVE VIEWED THEM IN 'THEIR' TIME!
It is a place close by that I run . . okay, drive . . . out to really fast when it looks like a nice sunset sky. There are no wires in the way and a big swath of desert. I love it. Just me and the coyotes. :-)
DeleteWow! You even make power lines look beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks. Every time I come home from my sunset spot, I go by these lines and think, "I need to stop one of these days." It's a busy 2-lane road at that hour, but I marked a paved wide shoulder area. So the next gorgeous sunset, I was ready. I love the color behind the parallel poles and the prespective. Fun stuff.
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