All day the sky above our home was dark and gray. And then I looked up. The clouds parted. A patch of blue sky.
Thankful I am for a gift held.
A cross. A gift from a friend. People say the cross appears often in my photographs. Often I am either looking out of windows or into windows. Here are two photographs illustrating this point of view:
Looking in:
Looking out:
Thankful I am for a gift heard.
It was a windy day, too. And chimes rang out in our backyard.
Thankful I am for a gift hiding, held, heard.
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