After the wait…

Posted by on April 6, 2012

Some days seem empty

with the waiting.

Hollow, like

no one is home.


Something calls.

A spring walk on the marsh

looking not for what I can see,

but what is waiting for me.


Just there…


So I sit and watch, my seat a twisted log by the river.

A dog barks, geese call, dried leaves tumble,

and all around me brushstrokes of wheat quiver.

There’s a way that the sunlight falls upon

the endurance of grass in early spring.




A way that breathes life into its lifelessness,

while the wind breathes music into its silence.


Yes. Isn’t it gloriously so?

And don’t our very hearts hope upon this thing?

That after the death, after the wait,

there comes the life, the light?

4 Valued Thoughts on After the wait…

  1. Carol Steel

    Absolutely lovely.

  2. Jeanne Damoff

    Gorgeous. The photos. The words. Your heart. Thank you.

  3. Francine

    You say it just like I feel 🙂

  4. Sarah Butland

    You have a following, a lit path and spotlight on you because you have a fanbase so in touch with not only your simplistically beautiful words, expressions of your true emotions but your photography.

    We all seem to love you as much as you love practicing your passion!

    Thanks for this inspiration once again.

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