Metamorphic Dawn
A soft blush of rose spreads across the early morning horizon
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,
4 comments:
Oh precious thought to ponder--we look forward to eternity in His presence!
Wish I were standing there with you.
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!
Great reading youur post
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