“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and colour are their last days.” — John Burroughs
Let the light in I see light as evidence of God's presence, tangible awareness revealing his liquid, golden grace, with a mindful contemplation on his will and ways, because light filters most through a receptive host. Maybe I can learn to be a willing vehicle, a silent subject to receive, then I can achieve a place of calm within, where light and love and joy reside and hope rests quiet. It chirps, a softly singing bird, sitting still as still can be, yet gently fluttering its hopeful, delicate wings. © joylenton

“And that afternoon, as the sun slanted low through the changing autumn leaves, I remembered to savor the moment, soak in the beauty, breathe deeply and feel the immensity of God.” — Cindee Snider Re