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
