THE WORLD

"Let  shadows fall. Let me walk  with your sun  streaming from my eyes..." 

        THE WORLD Accordingly

I  heard today that the world was new. I heard the bells peal across the mountains. I saw egg yolk lavender crocus explode at my feet.

Dawn broke  over skies so wonderful I just had to go. The world  could not be more beautiful than it was on that dawn so fresh and new.

When frosty night rain caressed each new leaf like dragon's breath.

I breathed in deep. Saw the sky turn lavender in the early hours so precious and kind.

And it was new. So new. I could not wait to run  to the mountains in my dreams. Fill my heart.

Could not wait to greet the old man on the corner. I saw him every day. Dressed in red and green. With his little dog, also dressed in red and green. He looked like Santa Claus. I think he was.

                                   
I told him my deepest wish. He just smiled. He said my heart knew already. Then he was gone, into the golden morning.

 I was left with my reflection.

The birds were left with theirs.

Just the robins  sang their robin rain sounds. Mournful. Wistful.

As if for God's ears only.

And the sky broke into a thousand shards of crystal, each one more beautiful than the last.

The world was new. The trees  ready to burst forth in  their own way.

I walked into the rising light. Bathed in liquid gingerale.....

There was  a voice on my heart. It came to me  that day. When the world was fresh and new.....so new .....

"Walk with me. Hold onto me. I will hold  your heart, for you  are my wonderful Child.." 

Photographs 2024  

 

I WALK THESE STREETS......

                       I WALK THESE STREETS 

Sing.  Oh sing  with abandon. Sing with love beyond all else. You once fresh green things, now disowned, lying on the earth.

I walk these streets. Rivers and oceans  I splash with stars of silver and moons of glitter.

My eye has not seen, my ear has not heard. My being reaches into the wind.

 I confess I have not been listening.  But I am a quick learner. Tell me again. And I will listen.

With  the wind that rushes by. With the rain that dashes against the trees.  You are  the One who has made all things.

I walk with  that wind, to find  clouds  laced with treasure.

The world is new again. Swathed in lavender roses. The last hint before snow lingers.

It's fragrance  that of some sublime, unknown perfume.

 I watch the year  breathe. It sighs. It dreams. It will sleep with those dreams.

No heart can imagine the hope. The grace. But my heart can.

I walk these streets. With One who is always there. At times I have forgotten. 

You turn the world into flaxen hair and claret wine.

Flames flush across the land. Faster and furious. 

It shall all begin again. When the world springs new. 

But for now, go to sleep. Sleep till the days are young again.

Harbingers sing of a world of white to come.

I will choose shades  you have never seen. Every knee will bow down in heaven and earth. We will walk in the shadow and the light.

 As long as I walk these streets you will see me. Hear me.

  Then we will rush into His wonder ...

 Photographs 2023 : Inspired by 1 COR 2:9 and Phillipians 2:10-11

SOFT and LOW...

 by R. Raphe

Are  you there? I am here. Waiting. I hear you in the soft and low of this midnight hour.

......when  morning dawns like it did at the beginning of time.

...when gold breaks out over the green, I see you in its shadow.

...when summer fades into autumn. A hint of snow in  soft light. 

 Am I  not alone?  Never alone. You speak to me in the low wind.

Even though heaven  sweeps frantic sunsets over my eyes.

I can see you there. Waiting in your corner of the world.

The mountain is  quiet. It only rumbles when His voice  speaks soft and low.

....in the shadow of a chill early autumn day. 

  I wait. And dream. And wonder when I shall hear you again.

Many mornings come and go  with the brush of His hand.

 I hear  you softly  call my name, as  fall  comes  rushing.

Fields are  tired and yellow . But I am not weary.

Leaves turn their soft shade of green before they wither in frost.

Can you see me walking into  the clouds....

...... flooded with  pearls of rain. 

 I walk not alone.

Are  you there? Can you see......

For  I can hear you in the soft and low of this midnight hour......

Photographs 2023