Saturday, March 05, 2011

Metamorphic Dawn




Metamorphic Dawn
A soft blush of rose spreads across the early morning horizon
against the fading hue of indigo blue. 
Trees appear as charcoal sketches, 
dark silhouettes backlit by a numinous moon. 
The wind has not yet awakened, 
and a spiritual hush wraps me in its soft cocoon. 
I stand breathless,
like a butterfly emerging from the womb of transformation. 
A moment in God’s presence always inspires change…
I will never be the same. 
From the Sigh collection © 2008 by Mid Stutsman
 
In His Love,

3 comments:

Sharon said...

Oh precious thought to ponder--we look forward to eternity in His presence!

Laury said...

Wish I were standing there with you.

Mid Stutsman said...

We sure do, Sharon...can hardly wait!! Thank you so much for your comment.

Laury, take a moment some morning and ask the Lord to speak to you as you watch His handiwork! He will!!!
lvya!