A vastness of fallen browns and tangled grays,
the inevitable monotony of winter woods,
is sliced by a single thread,
vivid green.
I follow the live moss home.
Praying today: I am grateful that I can see colors. I pray for those who have no home to go to tonight and am thankful for those who staff the homeless shelter this winter.
(Check this site to find out about January’s 2012 “River of Stones.”)
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