Saturday, February 27, 2010
Bent, not broken
A holy hush settles in my heart as I gaze upon the
weightiness of Water and Light. It is beautiful to behold,
but I see distress and beauty, merged together. Some
branches are small and weakened, and I know that some
will give way. But some will stand tall again, as ice turns to
water, and Sun warms. Bent, not broken, in Morning Light.