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
This past weekend, I found some beautiful 'blues' to celebrate; carpets of blue wildflowers covered nearby fields, and the bluest rivers of water, sparkled in the sun. What is it about blue flowers that seems so magical? I only know that they entice my heart in the most captivating way. And why is it that
I am feeling just a bit melancholy on this last day of November; perhaps, it is not so much melancholy, but the soft surrender of mixed emotions this season often brings. As the greatest love story of our lives is about to unfold at Christmas, there are the subtle notes of love songs that play
In the early morning hours when I awake, Jesus, be my breath; may I inhale the love you offer anew each day. The lavender sky opens, revealing your awesome creation of sky and earth; I exhale the fears I hold in my heart. I hear the sweet sound of birdsong; I remember that you call