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Morning Glory

Morning GloryPhoto by Agnes Cairnes

 

Morning Glory
by Susan Heffron Hajec

The breath of dawn gives birth
to the day reflecting the lavish expression
and perfect personality of God.

Kisses of dew drops hug
the trillium carpets which bloom
in the hills, hollows and valleys
of God’s precious fields.

Migrating birds, a mantle of lace, float
with romantic grace across the ridges and valleys.
Jubilant fields awaken and jump for joy
as the rising sun tiptoes above the horizon.

My heart beckons me into this bountiful orchard
and amidst sparkling streams and waterfalls
I find the radiant beauty of your Presence.
My thankful voice forms a garden arch of praise
and I sing of your Glory.

For the crisp air of this Heaven on earth
speaks sacred sounds of sun-filled serenity.
And in these meadows and hollows,
I find you, my God,
and I celebrate this precious moment.

Yes, you are here in blossoming vistas of grandeur
and today, amidst the mountain laurel
and whispering wildflowers I realize
I am one with all good.

 

Morning Glory - LindaPhoto by Linda Wilson

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Jan 26 Under the rainbow

I need those hearts, rainbows and sparkles today, so I repeat a story told on January 26 this year about Amy who gives all of those in great measure.

 

I am curator of granddaughter Amy’s away-from-home art gallery. Almost every time she visits us, she has “something I made for you” to give grandma and dziadzia.

Jan 26 - dziadzia-with-princess

Amy almost always dresses in sparkles. To quote her, “A princess can never have too many sparkles.”

Amy draws in hearts and rainbows and sparkles. Her hearts come in many versions and she has a sense of how precious they are to us when we receive them. She gives them over graciously.

Jan 26 Refrig heart

 

We have a large side-by-side refrigerator and we need it for space to hang her art. I am pretty sure she checks it out when she comes to know that I am current with her postings.

One day, I was coloring with Amy at her house and she said she was going to color a story for me. This is the story of grandma and Amy out on a nice walk together after a rainstorm. A rainbow has appeared in the sky and low and behold there is dziadzia, pencilled in under the rainbow, peeking at us to see where we are going.

Jan 26 Under the rainbow
You can immediately distinguish Amy from grandma through her detail. Grandma has the head of white hair!

Hearts and flowers….joy and expectancy….a rainbow to cover all endings and holding hands to add warmth and companionship. That is the story of our lives.

Jan 26 Amy's hearts

A good story.

 

 

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