No-one says “Good Morning” quite like God.
Those mornings when the sky is in perfect cloudy-mode
forming a filter that flings a ribbon of dawn colour across
the wooded horizon that borders Rigsby Lane.
The sun hasn’t quite come up, it will do so a little later,
so I’m accompanied by a rosy veil
reaching out across the land until
I turn my head just in time to see it floating
upon another stand of trees behind the horse barn.
Then I watch it breaking loose
to soar into a golden orb,
the tug of war between setting and rising
won.
On this particular morning the trees start to sway their leaves and sing,
I check my phone for a pending storm,
seeing no alerts I hunker down against the gusts of wind
and remember the promise of a cold front.
I hear distant thunder,
Hubs texts,
“It’s raining here, shall I come get you?”
“I’m OK.” I text back not wanting to run from a storm that may just pass over.
The lightening is in the east and I get out my phone to capture its flashes…
I know, crazy huh!?
I witness a spectacular display of the sheer, natural, power of the heavens.
As I’m nearing home it starts to pour,
I close out of my weather app and take Hubs up on his offer.
I’m drenched!
The rain lasted about an hour and then the day progressed to a very comfortable 81º.
In the evening the atmosphere fired up a setting sun
sinking below the Footlights’ woods.
“The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows his handiwork.” (Psalm19:1)
Nothing compares to God’s “Good Morning!”
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2021-10-01 17:19:10
His are the best as well as any morning that starts with you1
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