Morning Light

I'm overly fond of the sun. Especially the morning sun.  If there's a patch of it to be found I've probably moved myself and maybe even the furniture to curl up in it. 
There's something about it's shine that holds strength, how it's warmth on my skin brings healing, and it's red hue comforts me when I close my eyes and look it straight in the face.
When I started to take pictures I started to "see" light.  I learned that I loved how things look in the morning light more than any other time.  It's not that the setting sun doesn't have a magic of it's own--it's beautiful in it's own right.  But it feels like falling asleep to me and for some reason I'm drawn to the power and joy I find in the rays of the morning.  I was thinking about all of this today as the sun shone through my bedroom window. A few days ago I edited a series of pictures that were taken of Sarah, Em and I in the Brazilian morning sun. I wanted to post them.  They make me smile every time I look at them.  I remembered a poem I wrote some time ago and decided to dig it up.  Amazing--it's one of my favorite pieces ever--probably because I remember how I felt when I wrote it.  And I wrote something new today--it's also about the morning sun, and I was remembering a time I didn't think I'd ever want to open my eyes again, and the Lord said to me, "Nothing's going to stop me from keeping my promises to you."  At the time, I didn't have the strength to believe Him.  Now, mostly I do.
But that's where Psalm 30 comes in.  I read that today too.  So here they are, sort of collaged together.
Blessings,
B
  

Heal me Morning Sun

Beams full of courage and love

"Nothing's gonna stop me,"

He sings at the top of His lungs.

Wrapped in His rays I fall into

Tender warm caresses

Bring life and strength and grace

Generously bless us.

Psalm 30

I will exalt you, O LORD, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me.

O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.
O LORD, you brought me up from the grave; you spared me from going down into the pit.
Sing to the LORD, you saints of his; praise his holy name. For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.
When I felt secure, I said, "I will never be shaken."
O LORD, when you favored me, you made my mountain stand firm;
but when you hid your face, I was dismayed.
To you, O LORD, I called; to the Lord I cried for mercy:
"What gain is there in my destruction, in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me; O LORD, be my help."
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.

Amazing

by Bgrace

sometimes i dance in the kitchen

it's the sun's fault

lighting upon the morning with meaning

but then too

it happens with the moon

i should blame it on the music

poignantly singing my soul

words flowing through deep pools

that spring up

and cascade down

my cheeks

to water a heart

filled with

truimphant joy

deep gratitude

great love

i stretch out my arms

i turn and twirl

without bashfulness

without restraint

i delve in a dance

with abandon

you are my lord

i am grace

Photos of Sarah by Bgrace

Photos of me and the girls by Jean

Ice Blue Tree by Bgrace