 We have the sky in common
when we can see the stars, a place to gaze in union. Yet bent down, flung afar we worry about our futures, we have the sky in common. There's a world above us, further and closer, a diadem mother - a place to gaze in union. What wisdom sits in wonder: forgotten maps and visions are. We have the sky in common. Woven webs of golden scars our nighttime reservoir, a place to gaze in union. Our faces bright like lovers when we can see the stars, we have the sky in common: a place to gaze in union.
0 Comments
So my new life, like wings unseen to anyone, unfurls as I rise from the ocean. He died so that I might know life, here and after life with the Father, life abundant.  Art is a
reawakening the senses; to know a wholeness of body, mind and spirit, which we seldom glimpse, but which we are intended to know. -George McDonald  Your creation
is magnificent. I sit with the breeze in my hair, listening to the deep bush, bird calls, and your gentle Spirit coming softly with the wind - The clouds above move about the earth, each day new each day different. I breathe in Your beauty, the fresh air in my mouth, my nose and lungs. I imagine filling my whole body with Your light. Bathing in Your loving gaze, shaded in Your great tree and loving arms wrapped round me. I close my eyes and open them to a new dawn - I know all my blessings come from You. You are all good in my life passed and life to come. Hold me Father, and beloved Son let me rest awhile - You are the arms I have longed my life to feel - Show me Your heart that I may know mine. |
ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
All
Archives
December 2022
|
