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