Friday, September 4, 2009

a holy place

my husband's church has walls made of wind and sky and air
a holy place found in a field of wheat rippling in the evening breeze
while the sun set lays every hue of deep yellow and red golds
across the hills like stained glass where the meadowlark darting from the waving grasses, sinks into the cool water of the ditch to drink, then flutters to the fence post where she sings hymns of praise with the owl and hawk circling high overhead. deer raise their heads from foraging the cut wheat fields and we are witness to the clouds in the east, the moon hanging luminous overhead... and in the cool dampness, a field of fragrant mint tumbling and soothing to the eye and the heart. I see his shoulders broad and strong, relax now and his head raise up to the sky. here is where he goes to give thanks, to be immersed in reverie with this beautiful place and meet once again with his wise old friend.

13 comments:

...Miss...Maddie's... said...

So beautiful this place of worship... so deep its heavenly glow... so intimate a space between Heaven and Earth...

Susan

katiebird said...

this is beautiful

Storybook Woods said...

I think it looks like a perfect spot to find God xoxoxo Clarice

Laura said...

Christine,

Breathtakingly beautiful--It is indeed a place for your heart to worship. Who else, but a God who loves us, would create such heavenly places here on earth.

hugs,
Laura

Gayle said...

You have such a gift of connecting what you see in a lens to words and your beliefs....

an evocative essay.....

Gayle

Gayle said...

Christe'--You have such an ability to put your feelings and words with your evocative photography...

lovely....

Gayle

peekaboo bears said...

Oh what a lovely slice of heaven! Wish I could be there to share a cup of tea, and maybe dip some candles. Here's to a wonderful harvest!

xo,
Mira

Mrs. Staggs said...

Thank you for this beautiful post, I feel a real kinship with how I think your husband feels at such times, as I too find peace in special places outdoors. To live and then to work on the land, to provide for his family in such a way, I imagine that brings him a rare connection, still. I miss you when you are gone.

QUAINT AND PLAIN said...

A VISIT WITH THE DOLLMAKER IS ALWAYS INSPIRING ~ ALWAYS LOVELY~ THANK YOU FOR HELPING TO OPEN MY EYES MORE WIDELY TO THE WORLD...

Sea Angels said...

How beautiful, your words are so joyful xxx
Hugs
Lynn xx

Doreen said...

Just breathtaking.

Doreen

Heather said...

what a beautiful home you have, such wide open spaces...room to think and create! Lovely, lovely!~

a painter said...

How beautiful...the photos and the sentiment. Thank you for sharing that holy space.