Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
Early in the morning, you hear the most beautiful music in all of the world; it is the sound of birds singing to welcome a new day. Often, I hear them out on the porch even before daybreak. In the darkness, they begin to serenade the day. These creatures do not know what this new
Some days still, the sun feels like summer, all that dappled light breaking through the trees. The green turf beneath my feet is lovely; my feet are happy basking in the sun-lit grass, strewn with a cloak of many colors. I have no need for boots just yet; sunlight pours down like a warm cup
There lies within us a cathedral; we can choose to close the doors, or allow them to open wide. The chambers within are vast, full of light, flooded by stain-glass windows where the sun shines through. There are dusty corridors as well, places where the cobwebs have not been swept away. Within the cathedral music