What we see
is merely a reflection
of our minds and hearts.
Poems are born when needs arise.
Otherwise we see what is.
and nothing more.
Rain can be rivulets of remorse
coursing down glass
or streaks of sorrow
blurring windowpanes
or a mysterious painting of a bleary landscape
Or rain can simply be water
and nothing more.
What do you see today?
-jamie johnson
Out on the post in the horse corralwas the prettiest bird I’ve ever seen around our partsWe grabbed binoculars and focused them inon this vibrant
snuggled in terracotta muslin and striped linen sheetsCooper and I sitto read an old story about Benjamin Franklin. Something about him inspires memaybe it was
Sabbath ponderingon the hilltop of my mind.A parable from the Lordabout a certain womanwho rose from the minutia of the dailyto climb to higher heightsto
Our lives can be filled with wonder as we learn to walk with the One who is named Wonderful. His glory is everywhere if we know how to look...
