Through the tall wooden door she leaves one realm and enters another, turning the nob, stepping into dawn’s light, streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers.
The sun hovers above horizon, a mirage, holy light, appears with early morning dog walkers.
Icicles break free from rooftops, water drip drops off gutters. A Blue Jay calls, the Woodpecker knocks.
Through this gentle morning light she walks.
Returning changed, she glances up, noticing how two great support beams intersect, a cross hovering over her.
As hyssop once painted blood on tops and sides of doorframes, a sun-drenched splash of rainbow washes the wood—as Christ’s own blood washes her.
Ah Deb, you are a giant in the realm of imaginative symbolism. I am still in first gear and you have found hyperdrive. Who knew it was your front door portal at owl:30 in the morning. Love it.
Gary, I have to disagree with you. I still haven’t responded to your last comment because it blew me away with such rich symbolism. Still metabolizing that… (But thanks for the encouragement.)😉
Lol Deb. Two things. 1) It’s always possible I dont know what I am saying either. 2) I know exactly what I am saying but my word choices don’t cross anyones bridge.
I forgot how beautiffful the wood trussles are on Shepard Debbie. You get to share Dads professionalism by designing the first floor. Yes he did it and he did it well.
That’s true for all of us! 😅
Ditto, what Gary said! Beautiful. Blessings!
Thanks Bruce. You too.
Amazing how dog walking provides opportunity for worshipful flow. Thanks for the edification!
Greatly enjoyed your observations, Deb. Spending time in nature does recalibrate the spirit as we commune with God in his living room. (That’s what Michael Hyatt–former CEO of Thomas Nelson Publishing–calls the outdoors. I borrow his metaphor frequently because I love it so much!) Praise God also for the cross that recalibrates our lives forever!
Thank you so much!
Jon, it’s true, isn’t it? The goal, I s’pose, is to have every area of our lives be opportunities for “worshipful flow”! Working on it. 😉Thanks always for your inspiration—Deb 🙏💙
Nancy, I love that “commune with God in his living room.” It reminds me of being a little girl and laying in the wheat fields beyond the barn of our little farm. I saw the sky as a ceiling. I think it opened up the world to me, as if it were mine to discover. When things didn’t go as planned, I never felt alone or stranded. God always sent someone to help and/or guide. He always understood my pain. I very rarely felt afraid…thanks for inspiring the reflection! You’ve given me something new to write about I think…❤️
I think so too, Deb! Anxiety seems to plague many Christians; they forget they’re never alone or stranded. I love that little girl in the wheat fields, already contemplating her Father’s world with its sky-ceiling!
Love your artistry of words. You inspire 👍🏾🙏🏾😎
Donald, thank you for your kind words. ❤️
Long ago (and still) friend responding here to a very evolved Debbie! Beautiful images and sentiments!
Ken Moore sending a big hug!
Ken Moore! Yes, long ago and still! I think of you all in NC so often. Sending love and a big hug back. Thanks for connecting. It means so much.