Friday, December 25, 2009
Warming sun streams in the window Christmas morning,
I prepare Norwegian Pancakes and bask in the glow of family time.
The mountains radiate light against a pale blue sky,
define their place with clear edges and sharp shadows.
A snapshot of my world 2,000+ years after Christ came
and in His coming, changed this world, for me.
"Every good and perfect gift is from above
and comes down from the Father of Lights
in whom there is no variableness or shifting shadow."
His creation is His whisper: I am here. Always.
My creations are my echo: Jesus, I'm yours.
Let my light shine.