“I am not broken.  I am transitioning.  Be patient with me” – Karen Lang

The Pure Language of Love
speaks not a word
It vibrates in The Stillness
where It’s message is ‘heard’

Mary Josephine Hession (https://web.facebook.com/maryjosephine.hession)
Maia Nature Photography & Poetic Light

I often feel so inspired by other bloggers…….

“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Words belong to all,
some pirouette in a symphony.
Everywhere they fall,
agencies of epiphany!

Poetic license dances about,
whispered embellishments,
unpublished doubts!

Nuanced renditions fill the air,
some land gingerly,
some with flair!

Untold narratives leap to life,
brave recollections,
we admire!

Swirling allegories of healing,
outspoken parchments
of believing!

I love to frolic with words, as they spin and rhyme,
utterances of light,
soupçons of the divine!

Lord God, be exalted as you soar throughout the heavens.

May your shining glory be seen in the skies!

Let it be seen high above over all the earth!

(Psalm 57:5 TPT)

I heard someone say that glory is however God chooses to express himself. I love it when he expresses himself on the canvas of the sky.

“When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you,
that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can
summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand
between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even
after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your
heart.”

― Frederick Buechner

Text & image source: Pebbles of Joy https://web.facebook.com/PebblesOfJoy/

When it rains, the world dances in its rhythm. I can always feel it while looking out of the window. The incessant raindrops creating a wave as they lash at the windowpanes, making the scenery outside looking like an impressionist painting gone awry.

As I was on a tour a few days ago and, in the morning rain started pouring in, the pluviophile in me was compelled to take a look outside from the safe haven of the hotel balcony. The rain was drumming on the puddled ground, the leaves were gleaming in joy and, then…. I noticed the birds! They had perched silently and, to my utter surprise, they were enjoying the rain. They didn’t even try to take a refuge under a tree or among the foliage, instead, they sat their silently, savouring ethereal drops and, they grant me ample time to fetch my camera so that I…

From 365promises.com

Promises #212 – Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Promise #212:
Every promise that I make is true for I do not lie or change My mind.

Numbers 23:19 (WEB)
God is not a man, that he should lie,
nor the son of man, that he should repent.
Has he said, and will he not do it?
Or has he spoken, and will he not make it good?