Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
Beneath the glittering sun, the water sparkles diamonds of polished perfection. Upon the pond, green leaves float and dance castaways from their tree-top houses. These summertime leaves shimmer, and then fade like our summertime days. Come autumn, there is only a golden mirage a remembrance of what was. The pond is too deep to touch
A new day dawns, a gift of grace, a place to start again. The garden of life waits... We scatter seeds of hope as best we can; we know that God will bless the seeds. The field of life sometimes seems barren; sometimes, the field is drenched with heavy rain. We go forward into the
I step outside into a world of winter-white. It is like stepping into a photograph, the remembrance of a time, not so very long ago. The years have come and gone, like drifts of the deepest snow I must pass through. Still, I feel the wind upon my face; I touch my cheeks, remember the
The sun is rising, a beautiful day! Blue skies reign, light flooding the hidden spaces. The whole world is washed clean and fresh; sparkles of dew shimmer like tiny beacons. I feel that hush, that breath of life, that fills my being. It is a new day, a fresh start, the garden of life begins
I watched the birds this morning out on our back deck; like us, they are endlessly busy, darting here and there, not satisfied with one particular perch. As they move from spot to spot, they find a new vantage point. The world does look different from a tree-top, or the tip of my patio table
My daughter painted a picture many years ago and we named her art work, 'Pennies from Heaven'; to this day, the painting inspires me. For one thing, it has my favorite colors...lots of blues and greens. There are some actual pennies glued on near the bottom of the picture. At the top of the painting