Somber morning,
Dark clouds hang
Low in northern sky.
Beyond the river,
Barely visible,
A streak of light
Kisses the hills.
Below my ridge,
Drab fields and
Bare, dark trees
Stretch heavenward.
Spilling brilliant rays
Across the valley,
Turning all to gold.
Isn’t that how it is some days?
All looks dark and depressing until God rushes in and transforms the landscape of our circumstances.
Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
Isaiah 60:1
Copyright © Reflections from Dorothy’s Ridge. 2016. All rights reserved
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I'm a lover of God, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and a collector of friends. I like nothing better than talking, listening, laughing and eating with that crowd. My husband, Terry, and I feel blessed to wake up each day to a magnificent view of the Arkansas River. An amazing variety of creatures, from bobcats and coyotes to deer, bunnies and nutria, along with all sorts of birds roam the natural area behind our house. We also share our home with three silly kitties. I often find a lesson in what I see both indoors and out on any given day and usually find myself writing about it. I hope you'll join me in exploring the ways God speaks to us through His creation.
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Beautiful poem and your photo of Fields of Gold.
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Thank you, Freeda. It was amazing how the landscape changed that day.
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Beautiful poem. Beautiful picture. Love your view.
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I know “a picture is worth a thousand words,” but the words of your poem paint an awesome picture, Dorothy! Love it!
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Thank you, Karen. I thrilled to capture that scene.
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Thanks, friend. It almost felt magical when the sun hit that river valley.
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