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?