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I See Glory

September 29, 2010 By Sandra Heska King

The dark begins to fade gray

and the world looks like my bathroom after a shower.

The fog has come on little cat feet.

It sits on silent haunches and looks over the field.

Waiting.

In the spirit of God in the Yard, I pour a cup of coffee in my Michigan mug

(I know it should be tea)

and take Gracee’s red and blue Dora blanket to the porch.

I settle in a rocker.

Quiet.

Except for the constant churn of highway traffic.

The noise of life.

Moving here.

Moving there.

Going where?

Even the birds are hushed.

I think by not thinking.

I move by not moving.

I walk as I sit.

There are changes coming.

I see it dimly in the split-colored tree in front of me

and in the leafless tree next to it

the two bookmarked by towering evergreens.

I feel it as I inhale the damp

and sense Spirit hover

and I am at peace.

Still.

I whisper one word.

“God.”

The fog begins to stretch and yawn dawn.

It backs up over the field

and the tree line becomes clear in the distance.

A single bird sings the first note of the day

and morning explodes

spilling light

and music

and wonders

and I see

glory.

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on. ~Carl Sandburg

Linking with One Shot Wednesday, though I’m unsure about it today.

Also seeing with Ann Voskamp at Holy Experience later today.

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  1. Maureen says

    September 29, 2010 at 12:55 pm

    Sandra, lovely pairing of images and words.

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:30 pm

      Thank you, Maureen.

  2. brian says

    September 29, 2010 at 1:04 pm

    i moved by not moving…my fav line…an excelent meditation…thank for sharing the moment with us. nice one shot

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:30 pm

      Thanks for making room for me. 🙂

  3. Carol Garvin says

    September 29, 2010 at 1:30 pm

    Beautiful imagery, Sandra. I’m there with you (and at Holy Experience… Ann’s writing always captures me, too).

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:31 pm

      Even just saying “Holy Experience.” Deep sigh.

      Thanks, Carol.

  4. Brenda says

    September 29, 2010 at 2:10 pm

    It should be tea???? Well I never. Great post 🙂 You’re beautiful

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:32 pm

      LOL, Coffee Girl.

      No, you are. 😉

  5. dustus says

    September 29, 2010 at 2:15 pm

    “and the world looks like my bathroom after a shower.” What a great line. Sense of peace reading this. (Hope your Michigan mug is Spartan green. lol) Nice One Shot!

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:33 pm

      My Michigan mug is here. 😀

      In My Mind On a Michigan Monday

  6. Terri Tffany says

    September 29, 2010 at 3:11 pm

    Beautiful!!

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:34 pm

      Thanks, Terri.

  7. Eric Alder says

    September 29, 2010 at 3:44 pm

    Don’t worry, coffee is just fine – especially in a Michigan mug!

    (Save the tea for 3 p.m – that’s tea time)

    Loved the Carl Sandburg quote in closing – very nice One Shot!

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:35 pm

      Depends on what you consider “Michigan mug.”

      See response to Dustus. 😉

  8. HisFireFly says

    September 29, 2010 at 3:54 pm

    He loves to show us His glory.. and He is so thankful and pleased that you stopped to notice!

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:36 pm

      I’m stopping more these days.

  9. DS says

    September 29, 2010 at 7:31 pm

    Oh.. this is just wonderful.

    I wish I enjoyed sunrises.

    All I can think about at that early in the morning is how wonderful it would be to be in bed.

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:36 pm

      LOL. That’s when the world is alive.

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:37 pm

      P.S. Is the Southern Gal a lark or an owl?

  10. Lyla Lindquist says

    September 29, 2010 at 10:08 pm

    To whisper just this one word, this one Name.

    This is beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:37 pm

      Thank you, Lyla.

  11. Michelle DeRusha says

    September 30, 2010 at 10:43 am

    This is gorgeous in photos and words. So peaceful, Sandra (and I admire you rising at dawn, just like LL!).

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:38 pm

      Here’s what works for me. I don’t set an alarm. I ask God to wake me. Of course, then I have to actually get up. 😉

  12. Connie Arnold says

    October 1, 2010 at 8:00 pm

    How lovely, fills me with a sense of peace that swells into joy at the glory! Very beautifully expressed!

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:38 pm

      Wow. Thanks, Connie.

  13. Shashi says

    October 2, 2010 at 12:13 am

    Very beautifully said and I liked it so much… thanks for sharing..the words exploded as your morning did with the birds singing… lovely..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

    • Sandra says

      October 5, 2010 at 9:39 pm

      Thanks so much, Shasti.

  14. Sender MacLean says

    October 9, 2010 at 1:18 pm

    Fabu. Quite a lovely write. Love and Light, Sender

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