morning storm

http://www.ibiblio.org/kelly/vnc/at/pics/snowcap.jpg

bright smudge in slate clouds

violence on the mountain

morning of the storm.

Redemption

"... it is the unaccepted self that stands in my way
and will continue to do so as long as it is not accepted. "
Thomas Merton, A Search for Solitude.

Broken-hearted, 

uncertain

of my sullied worth,  

beaten down, degraded 

to my basic earth, 

you gaze on me,  

and I see a new light.

My face grows brilliant

in your radiant sight.

You find in me

what I cannot see,

and teach me

to love

humanity.

Monument Valley

Lifeless distant plains

Jagged peaks, red sky rising

God’s fire, frozen

after the storm

clean and fresh

and puddle-full,

my soul shines,

full of hope

for resurrection

filled to full!