Friday, June 24, 2005

Wisp & Ray

June 24, 2005
7:51 PM

Alone at the reservoir.

Hazy Sky is playing with Sun,
casting shadows where there ought be none....

A nothing-wisp of cloud
breaks and separates the rays,
making me aware of light
in strange and subtle ways.

Why this wisp and not another,
I cannot say.
So many in the sky have not caught
even a single ray...

Perhaps because this piece of misty wind
lies within my view...
I fancy that the comfort it imparts
was sent by You.

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George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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