There is no way to distinguish
the place where the radiance of evening
touches the face of God.
Just fingers of grace-soaked light
long, drawling and sure,
that pull at the last, dark places
and weed them out of the heated ground
to die quietly in the burning
breath of love, and then
to live again.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
Writing from the In/Between
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
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Ooh – killer word choices. Love how your test is also a sunset. Cool.
Thanks, Melody. The picture was what inspired this one.
A stunner. I know I get a lot of inspiration from a great image…
Yea, except you’re an actual photographer. I shamelessly steal mine!
There are limits to what I can do, though. As I don’t travel much, I have a very localized crop. Sometimes I see an image and wish I had taken it. So use what moves you, I say!
The Internet is such a glorious storehouse of rich images. I just make sure I appropriately credit. I couldn’t remember from whence this particular one came!
It’s a gem, for sure.
Reblogged this on innerwoven and commented:
I’m taking a 10 week course at the moment. Reblogging really isn’t that lazy is it?