A tiny dot of blue

A tiny dot of blue in the grey and cloudy sky. An opening. A promise.

“In our anxiety to limit ourselves to that which we can comprehend definitely, we are losing all that is above, beyond, below, through, past, over that small area encompassed by our conscious mind” Madeleine L’Engle

How do you limit yourself? How does God break through?


Clouds and fog,

drifting, settling

blanket like over the landscape,

wrapping the world

into a cocoon of God’s presence

We slow down and take one step at a time

as the path slowly reveals itself to us.

How does fog settle and unsettle you?