Solitude

Never one to fear solitude or think of it as lonely,

solitude

she relishes alone-time.
The flowers and trees of the nearby fields
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tell her their secrets.
spruce sunset

Grateful for solitude, she turns off the radio to hear the quiet.
solitude

Bliss

No sunrise today.
Just a gradual un-darkening.
How can I find my bliss
on a cold-gray-rainy
November day?

Bliss and November?
Don’t belong together.
Diametrically opposed…
an oxymoron.

And so I turn
to the words of
the one who will never
Disappoint —
always faithful
even when I
am not.
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Worldly bliss is
temporal,
ephemeral —
and never satisfies
the longing in our hearts.

I’m grateful for His grace
that is the only lasting
Bliss
this side of paradise.

Even on
a cold-gray-rainy
November day.

*photos taken with an iPhone 5C; edited with PicsArt.