Monday, August 06, 2007

Layers

Layers

The surge retreats:
the threat of light purging
an angry blur of cloud
revealing a crystal backdrop
beyond all sense but searching sight.
Mists of mood and circumstance
merely a masquerade,
a lying vista for tired eyes.
In quiet moments, clouds evaporate,
their precipitive intimidation purged
by contemplation and a breath of God.
Shadowed valley or exposed mountain top
equal beneficiaries of grace.

1 comment:

Carol said...

I am a sucker for clouds.... I can sit and watch them for hours.. This photo is superb..and your words are beautiful..