A L O H A
From
Honolulu
Rainbow over water,
Water under birds,
Sky leaning on the hills
World whispering:
"You have survived the rain;
now walk the light that follows."
Rose pink and translucent,
transfixing me on my walk—
a small miracle pause
in an ordinary day.
As if the light leaned in
to whisper, Look closer.
Soft as a secret,
bright as a promise
almost forgotten.
Rose pink translucent,
my world focused on
one tender, glowing moment.
Beauty knows how
to stop time.
I will carry it
the rest of the day
a quiet bloom inside.
At dawn
something winged,
Angels arrive as a
change in the light.
What the sky calls
“morning”
the heart calls
“begin again.”
The angels are not
above us;
they are the quiet
that enters
when the night departs
and the soul
steps into the open field
of its own widening day.
Cloudia Charters
There’s no need
for a piece of sculpture
in a home that
has a cat.
Wesley Bates
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Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
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I love the rainbow and the angelic sky shot. Pixie is definitely a beautiful work of art!
ReplyDeleteCats do ornament a place.
ReplyDeleteCats are ever-changing works of art.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post, Cloudia. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful rainbow which just included the house it landed upon. And so glad you're stopping to smell the roses!
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful words and of course wonderful photos too! Howdy sweet Pixie! Thanks for joining Angel Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
ReplyDelete"What the sky calls morning, the heart says, begin again." The Lord makes every morning another opportunity to seek and praise Him. Beautiful photos and reflections, Cloudia!
ReplyDeleteThose are the most light-weight angel wings I've ever seen! Beautiful rose that poked into your path. Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteBeautiful skies against palms
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