Tuesday, March 18, 2025. 30.6*
Blue silk, the blue of Vincent’s Starry Night paints the sky just getting light, paints trees in the places they usually stand. Delicate winds stir crisp air. Water, the only sound; water rushing to claim new ground. Dawn will redraw the boundary, the line where the path for now must end.
Blue jays squabbled Monday out of sight. Out of the rain, the blurred shape of a bird flew into an evergreen. One morning the chorus will begin, proclaiming all have returned home again.
You send forth Your Spirit, they are created;
And You renew the face of the ground.
Psalm 104:30
Photo: LJ Austin
