a chair in a grassy field

where you sit…all alone,

mind connecting with Creator,

perspective peeling away confusion


a morning plumb with hush

sunlight streaming through blossoming roses,

desires to live deliberately swelling inside,

prayers seeping though pen onto paper


a morning fills with unrushed moments

when listening permeates your being,

what is pure pervading your mind

a quest for right living aligning your spin


a glide through cotton candy skies

shrinks worry into tiny shapes

fire-breathing dragons tormenting your mind

becoming harmless lakes below

I’m convinced that moments of imagining draw us into communion with our Creator. 

Wondrous sights on earth rush our eye gate and usher in encounters with majesty.  

We stop… and pause… and think about how grand He is and how cared for we are.

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