Thursday, August 18, 2011

Imperfect Prose on Thursdays




i wake to find the world wrapped in fog
cocooned

amazing how
like snow
it absorbs
all sound
holding everything
in its embrace

i marvel at how it reveals
mysteries and secrets
unknown
like the wizard boy hidden beneath his invisibility cloak
i walk
and
see

there are trails
vestiges of nocturnal meanderings
swirling in the grass like figure eights
and I can now see
the mystery
that my dog smells
every morning
in her frenetic way
she's not crazy
after all

but the greatest magic
falls
and
lands
on the spider webs
their beauty and exquisite choreography
now bejewelled with drops of
dew
heavy and swooning

all of this
it is always there

i
just
don't
see

amazing
to once be blind
but now
to
See

grace
falling
dripping
gilding
bedazzling

always



6 comments:

  1. that spider web is bedazzling - wow!

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  2. Such beautiful words, such a beautiful image. Thank you.

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  3. and I can now see
    the mystery
    that my dog smells
    every morning


    i loved all of this, friend, but this was my favorite :) seeing the mystery that your dog smells... brilliant. thank you for sharing with imperfect!

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  4. Sheila,
    Isn't that web amazing? I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for stopping by.

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  5. Heather,
    I'm so glad that you took the time to visit. Come back again!

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  6. Emily,
    I adore your writings so imagine my giddiness to see that you took a moment to enter into my world?! I'm honored to be a part of such a beautiful idea: sharing the imperfect to better illuminate the One who IS perfect. Count me as a fan.
    Humbly.

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