Misty Morning

This is one of my favorite mornings, ever. Originally posted in March, 2015 on my "Simple Words" blog. I thought this is one of the few things that needed to follow me here.....


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Misty Morning

"We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls. -- Mother Teresa"

Silence. Nature. 

The sky was grey. Puddles ripple violently against the calm haze. The sun not yet at it's peak. A heavy mist covering everything. A dampness in the air that chills me to my bones. My eyelashes like nets, catching each drop. I didn't turn around. I raised my hood and kept walking. Angels looking down on me. Moss like tear drops. Tree branches swaying and creaking. Birds fluttering around me, trying to seek shelter in the cracks in the stones. They climbed through iron bars. Nests, shared for generations like the hallowed ground beneath my feet. At the top of the muddy hill I'm surrounded by the remains of people who were close to God. Who believed. Who died at peace. Babies, fathers, mothers, Priests. Their energy surrounds me like a blanket. The mist stops. All I hear are the birds. The branches. The distant hum of cars at the bottom of the hill. No words. No people. I walk and I pray. With every step I feel more warmth. I read names. Dates. I get lost in my thoughts. I get lost in the beauty of peace...