This image hadn’t meant muchBut after yesterday I understand The Sun, the cynosure of my day sky,Can disappear—not o’er horizon,Nor cloud, nor any cause that’s close at hand;But because of reasons all celestial And a timing that I never could have planned.Without the shadows lengthened,Warmth is drained, the colours bland;After a momentary chaos, all birds …
Christian contemplation thrown into the muddy highways of the world : encouragement : experiences : resources
Contemplative in the Mud 