Rising
Today doesn’t look like this for me. There is no great glory caught between the cupped hands of cloud and mountain. Still, even resistant, this body recognizes those wisps rising from something hidden; those breaths warmly exhaled in this day’s blue moment, sighing a soft, unavoidable grace in the sky of my heart.
Image: Grand Tetons by Alexandra Mills
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sky of my heart …hmm – I love this image.
I was glad the image reminded me, sometimes I forget to search the sky of my heart ~
Just lovely …
thank you