dusk

luminous: seeing light in our darkened times #thedailyhaiku 5

/ Joy Lenton / 8 Comments

 

Dusk is a Celtic thin space time of day, a place of transcendence where heaven appears to touch earth and light fades gently, giving off a luminous quality that feels almost tangible. It’s the real twilight zone that offers us a needful break and breathing space between activity and rest.

Piercing daylight, as it turns to softer shades of muted pink, faded gold, indigo and silvery grey, is where we see light before it vanishes, swallowed into depths of night. The last golden glow we glimpse in a day is a visible reminder of God’s continual presence with us, despite darkness encroaching and seemingly covering up the light we had.

luminous

all is luminous

in this liminal space where

dusk’s soft light appears

©joylenton

Dawn to dusk

/ Joy Lenton / 2 Comments

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From dawn to dusk the skies proclaim God’s glory.

Reveal His majesty and unfolding story.

We watch in awe each morn, eve and afternoon.

And maybe with some dismay on dismal days that end too soon.

Yet we live with the hope of God pouring out speech day by day.

Enlivening us with His word. Gifting us with His Presence.

Sharing His ways in all created things. Making us aware of His grace.

If we would only learn to listen, pay heed and receive.

‘Dusk’

I feel the fade

to grey

on cold

November days

An inconsiderate

gathering gloom

of darkness

falls too soon

Something in me

squeezes tight

And I want to rage

against the

dying shafts

of light

Unless my heart

makes room

And trusts

grace is shining still

in the dusk

of these afternoons

©JoyLenton2014

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world”  ~ Psalm 19:1-4

Joining Janis and friends for #SundayStillness as we make sacred space to reflect on God’s ways

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Calling for hush

/ Joy Lenton / 14 Comments

There’s a signal, a flow.

A day moves forward.

Earth slows.

Cease from hurry and rush.

Light fades and dies.

We breathe out.

A silent sigh.

Holy hush..

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And we listen.

Hear more than eyes can see.

Make space for a greater reality.

God calls time on our day.

No matter what has taken place, we can be thankful for His blessings.

Be awed by His unlimited, unconditional love, His unmerited, undeserved favour ~ poured out freely.

Rest from our labours and prepare to face a new tomorrow.

Receive manna and grace to begin again.