Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
over a rainbow trail.
~ Robert Motherwell
Yesterday, as I sat reading by dawn's early light, I heard outside the distinct chirp of a solitary robin. The well-hidden creature was warbling gloriously, as if summoning the morning all by it's little feathered self. What's more, it's voice was insistent and distinctly melodious - as if performing for a rapt, though unseen audience. It captivated my heart.
This morning, as daylight readied itself in the wings, I peered through my kitchen window. There I could just barely make out the low hanging cloud - an ambling mist - that had enveloped the pasture beyond. It was a greedy, though beautifully haunting mist that barely permitted creation be seen. It managed to claim dawn itself, all the while hushing the world as only a mist can do. It, too, captivated my heart.
These simple observations have again reminded me that life's glories are rarely bound up in the sensational. They are richly embedded in the obvious, though they are the often overlooked & humble kingdoms of creation.
My heart is stirred by a noble theme
as I recite my verses for the king ...
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.
He captivates my heart.
There it was, hidden in alphabetical order.
~ Rita Holt