You . . .

Santa Monica, CA , Jan.-'11

 On this slip of land,

this crest of water–so shifting, so weaving,

beneath these vapor wings and silken threads,

that shadow over, obstructing forever views,

You break through.

Advertisements

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
This entry was posted in Christian, Faith, Photography, Poetry, Thoughts and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

12 Responses to You . . .

  1. wenhuachan says:

    wow, how did you have that cool light from the clouds. amazing.

    • The crepuscular rays that day were just spectacular, and I shot right into the sun, slightly hidden by clouds. It came out with a surreal quality that I really liked. There was also a regatta that day with hundreds of sailboats on the horizon. Sadly, they don’t show up. Thanks for stopping by!

  2. planaquarium says:

    Beautifully crafted words, and stunning image – well done!

  3. roaming sim says:

    Aw, this was a really nice post. In idea I would like to put in writing like this additionally – taking time and actual effort to make a very good article… but what can I say… I procrastinate alot and by no means seem to get something done.

  4. Angeline M says:

    Absolutely wonderful post. Your words are so full of meaning.

  5. patsykmiller says:

    “The heavens declare HIS glory.” How great and awesome are the ‘ways’ HE reveals that HE IS! Great capture of such…and what a small glimpse it is of ALL that our CREATOR GOD IS!

  6. susanpoozan says:

    You match words and images so well.

I would love to hear from you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s