Sunday, February 12, 2012

Walk to Spanish Fork and Mapleton

It was a very gray day on Saturday when I walked from my house to Michelle's and then east to Mapleton and back home.

I was glad I had my camera with me.

This poem worked its way into my mind as I walked.


Quiet, softer glory gathers

when the world is gray—

soothing comforter that muffles

garish, hectic day.

Solemn, silent harmony

spreads over lonely space,

murmurs in receptive ear

whisperings of grace.

Becky Rosenlof
February 11, 2012

1 comment:

Jenae said...

Beautiful. You have a real talent.