 Coming into the courtyard
rain leaving gloss on leaves and life a new perspective of thankfulness a glorious seam of hope crafted on clay brought from the earth handmarked and beautiful Ruth Field  This is the time to be slow
Lie low to the wall until the bitter weather passes Try as best you can not to let the wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself and your hesitant light If you remain generous Time will come good And you will find your feet again on fresh pastures of promise Where the air will be kind and blushed with beginning John O’Donohue  'Autumn whispered to the wind
I fall but always rise again' Angie Weiland-Crosby  Weeping may last for the night but joy comes in the morning
Psalm 30.5 |
