Picture Pick FriYAY: Spring

I posted a comment on Paul’s blog, windblownwords about spring.

I thought of my comment again today when I was strolling with a dear friend. (And by strolling I literally mean pushing our kids in strollers, not luxuriously walking idly by.)

Nature is stretching her branches and rubbing the frost from her eyes.

Happy spring. Happy FriYAY.

Rachel

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Prayers At Night

The moon paints a silver path

along the river that sings hymns to my heart.

Following the path with my eyes,

my sinful soul could never walk on water.

I gaze at the holy trail that divides

an army of dark giants,

guarding the snow-capped temple.

On a pew of river rock, I fall to my knees.

 

 

Rachel McKee