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What I miss are sunrises. The January days are short and we are in rooms and sunrises are missed. Outside, the inner-city also conceals many sunrises.
"We were never meant to live without sunrises." This is something a native friend would have told me.
Sunrises are all gift. They make no demand. They simply invite.
And today I miss them. I miss sunrises that call out ancient music from deep in your soul. Sunrises that flame warm on your face. Sunrises that lift salt water to your eyes. Sunrises that are unbearable without worship.
Today’s sunrise is swallowed up. But I remember that at every moment in some place in the world a rising sun is breathing spectral colours upon earth and someone somewhere is caught up in worship in our stead.
Technorati Tags: Sunrise, Worship, Spirituality
I read today in the Nat. Post
that the pink band between earth and sky at sunrise or sunset is called
Venus’ girdle.
An image of sensuality that a reader of the Song of Songs or a writer of spiritual sensuality might appreciate.
clap…beauty on
clap…beauty off
your pictures are always such great additions to your posts.
Very beautiful.
Do you take them yourself?
I give credit for any pictures that aren’t mine. Glad you enjoy them. Love the Venus girdle, wonderful name.