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Pastel Reflections

Originally posted on The Lantern Room:

river_jewels-201409Soft pink, yellow, and lime green maple leaves reflect in a river on a beautiful sunny day.

The weather the last few days has been wonderful: bright blue skies and lots of warmth; there really is a lot of heat in the sun. The temperature gauge showed 23 degrees today. Maybe it’s because the last couple of Autumns were very dull grey ones, that this one feels so lovely and Summery. Will have to look back and see what I recorded.

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1 Corinthians 2:9

Originally posted on My Spiritual Breakfast:


1 Corinthians 2:9

What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,

and what no human mind has conceived.
the things God has prepared for those who love him.

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Time Lapse

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Unedited, time tenderly
Removes her burdens
Returns us as we were
You, with your Nikon
Five bucks in your pocket
Taking winding roads
That cavalier grin
Easily at odds
With pretensions

Back then, so easy
Laughing at ourselves
Everyday human foibles
Intractable changes
Like braces on my teeth

Here, where fault lines
Disappear, infractions fade
Truth stares us in the face
Of what might have been
And even though you’ve gone
Lets me love you as I did
Free as the wide wild wind
Lets us laugh again
The way we were meant to
Into the light years

© 2014 S. Michaels
Light Years

image: hdw.datawallpaper.com



On airy summits
By sheltered rocks
Along wide seas
Where isles float
In serenity’s place
Agape falls
Stirring hours
Bridging gaps
Crossing valleys
Too wide to cross
On the other side
Of midnights lost
Waiting silent.
Waiting still.
Surely all good things
In time will be
Made beautiful
Alone for Thee

© 2014 S. Michaels
Light Years

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Awakening Change

Originally posted on breathofgreenair:

Misty Tranquility at Loch Awe Scotland.JPG
It takes but one stone
To break the tranquility
Of peaceful slumber.

Nothing is ever the same, as the ripples of change spill like liquid silver across the water.
They roll in mercurial hoops, out towards the edges,
And yet, the hills and the sky, the sun and the water all remain.
The earth keeps turning
And our breath flows ever outwards and inwards
As we rest our feet on the soft green earth of Alba.

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