It was as if Someone reached down from heaven with a chuckle and gleefully pushed my joy button.
With a burst of laughter, I penned my surprise:
crests upon the whitened field
The glory-drenched vista of
diamond glinting rapture, a heaven-sent winter surprise at dawn.
Still rejoicing, I penned another offering to the God who reached down to love grumpy me, yet again, with the mercy of another day:
Golden good morning
Sun drenched rise and shine
Crisp winter kisses stretch sunnily across the fields
Poking through my window
Brightening my countenance
Joy cheerily bursts through the window pane
A light-drenched wake up which
Welcomes me home
Oh the cheeky glory and merry possibilities
of a crisp sunny February morning.
How has Love reached down to you today? Can you see Him? Do you know this Love that never fails?