Frost songs shiver as sunshine emerges from misty skies. Robins, wrens, blackbirds chortle happy sounds of being alive! Nightly ice defeated.
Fluffed feathers form miniature duvets with wings. Beady eyes twinkle, like black stars sharply searching, seeking food, frozen fast to end.
Such silver songs! tinkling through air squeezing music and hope into a busy day. Time for joy, sung thanksgiving, God is to be praised.
Lord of heaven’s angel choirs had no need of robin or frosted joy. For us they sing, yet to Him they harmonise sweet music that makes the careless care.
Sunshine sparkles in frosty air, from gilded perch, soul-light shimmers. Lord, if on this morning banquet I do not feed my hungry soul- Forgive again, and make the robin sing.
Retired, married to Juliet, and a Christian who loves books, writing, music, nature, gardening, and photography. I'm exploring prayer and spirituality, using my photos to reflect on God and how faith fits into real life: and I hope to stimulate and encourage others to meet with Jesus.
Health really matters- and you value it most when there is a risk of losing it! I was unexpectedly diagnosed with colonic cancer, and had successful surgery late in 2019. Love the NHS, God bless them). I am still living with a life-changing condition of fibromyalgia and trying to support others with this illness and other "invisible illnesses." Life has been changed but hope burns eternal. Faith has a deep relevance in good times and tough ones, in sickness and in health. God has been good in my life and has been with me in all these varied experiences.
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