I am on my way.
But I can't even get past
the end of my street
before I must
(It is a blue and white sign this time.)
The clouds are calling me.
declare the glory,
sing the grace.
show the goodness.
I pause to speak to these ethereal friends.
A conversation as silent as the clouds,
but I say,
"Thanks for the reminder:
glory, grace, goodness.
I needed that."
Just a few words,
or several thousand words, really,
for a picture is worth a thousand, they say.
Then I am off again.
Miles away, clouds shift, sun sets.
I can peek behind the busyness
and see them.
I stop again.
Go around for a clear view.
Lake. Clouds. Sun. Trees. Beauty.
Even the building
reflects the glory
in four levels.
All beauty, still.
And on the ground, too,
something else speaks.
It is all in the angle,
I can see it from this end.
Or that end.
Both is better by far.
Don't forget to look...
Clouds, more clouds, and the realities of life:
P.S. A fitting poem, if clouds are friends... And this is why I stop.
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
The first sunset photo in this post is my P52 / Sweet Shot Tuesday submission this next week. I took it at Lake Killarney in Maitland, Florida, just behind the Florida Adventist Healthcare office building. You can see my current photo collection here: Sweet Shot 2013.
Glory. Grace. Goodness.