I saw the Spirit
fly above the mountains
and placed a prayer
upon its wings.
Now I wait
in patient silence
to accept with grace
what praying brings.
© 2013 Richard Havenga
Photo Location:
Yosemite National Park, (Yosemite) California
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Ah, this one is simply beautiful, Dad! I think Mary Oliver would love this poem as much as I do. I've never seen a cloud do that before! You were blessed to catch this with your camera.
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Sarah
Sarah:
ReplyDeleteI spotted these high altitude clouds near the east entrance to Yosemite. I knew this was a minor phenomenon when I saw it. Again, blessed to be there, at that time. It absolutely looks like the wings of the Spirit to me.
Weeks later, as I contemplated this photograph, I wrote through several revisions, out on our quiet deck, and here is the result. It's one of my few rhyming poems.
I am honored, and humbled by your admiration.
Love, Dad
Wow! Absolutely beautiful! Thank you for connecting with me on LinkedIn and through my blog, Richard. I truly admire how you are utilizing your creative gifts to bring others closer to the Lord. I would be honored if you would post a comment on my new blog entry called "Finding Rest." I look forward to following how God is working in your life!
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Danielle
Danielle:
ReplyDeleteIt was my distinct pleasure to connect with you. I will send my readers to your inspiring site: "Journey Towards Maturity". It is already in my list of "Favorite Blogs".
Thank you for your kind remarks about my writing at WWFN. I want to share one of my favorite Scriptures that answers many readers' comments about my work: "Fan into flame the gifts you were given" (2 Tim. :6) .
I am blessed to have met you.
Richard
Danielle:
ReplyDeleteThat scripture is from 2 Tim. 1:6
Richard