is the orange i see
creeping
into the pulsing, green of things
a blessing
or a time to
be still
and know that autumn
always falls curling
the edges of sunshine soaked things
angled daylight spotlighting
ochre
a shade between
blazing red maples
and yellow aspen
waiting for the day
they tumble
to the ground
grateful to become
forgotten
then remembered
in the spring
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written for the One Word at a Time blog carnival, this week’s topic: orange.
more and more i hear
the sound of rifts and
rending people
shouting people clamoring
Cinderalla stepsisters
ripping beads off the broken
Bride
He calls
He weeps for His
defiled
beauty
promised to Him however we
leave her
shattered and shards
pieces of mirror reflecting our own
right
to rightness
or the fine
needle
work of saints
on knees washing
feet
emptying alabastar
adding beads
of pearls once grains of
sand now rounded
pure
by grace
alone
less theology
eschatology
exeggesis
more holy
more holy
more
more child
trusting
in awe
stepping back from the Holy
into the arms
of freedom
faith
more of Thy Kingdom
more of Thy power
more glory
more forever
more amen
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Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds!
~Luke 12:22
This post is part of the One Word at a Time blog carnival on “much” this week. Click here to see even more great posts, prompted by the word, “much.” And it’s dedicated to my mama, whom God brought safely through surgery today.
