I gaze at the
pale blue sky
of the start of winter
with its welcome sunshine
casting a golden glow
as the day wanes.
Listening to the
joyful and captivating music
of Muddy Waters.
I sense God at work
in all this
(and more)
as I am deeply appreciative
of this moment.
I leave my home the next morning
and am greeted by the dark
and chill
and the splendour
of a slightly yellow moon
setting on its night’s work.
Ordinary? Maybe.
Yet it takes my breath away
and both calms and cheers me
to face the day.
Grace is always there.
Do I have the eyes to see?