The Cold Gray

I wake up to a patchwork gray sky
The chill of winter settling in the air.
A silent morning as the birds fly away
The world is still, drifting into a slumber.
Nature calls me to join her,
And the instinct of change rattles me.
Am I flying south to warmer skies
Or can I hide away in natures arms
Sleep peacefully until birds return?
But alas, I'm not meant for this life,
Not meant to hear nature's voice
Or answer her untimely calls;
So as the gray mangles in my sight
The clock ticks in the silent morn
And I am missing something,
Something the world expects me to do...


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Author Image Author Image I love reading the Word of God. With prayer God's Word reveals so much: from comfort to temperance, from perspective to affirmation. Digging into the depths of the Word, cross-referencing history, language and time differences, is a passion of mine. In March of 2015 I decided to go back through the Bible doing an in depth study on each section I read. Eventually I decided to share my journal of notes as I partake in this journey. I hope you are blessed by God and inspired to pursue a deeper relationship with Him. I love reading and learning about God, nature, and science. I am interested in how it all connects. The Creator's fingerprints are all over his creation. We can learn so much about Him and how we came to be by exploring the world around us. Join me as I explore the world and draw closer to the One who created it all.
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