Night Storm
I climbed again the wooden stairs and sat upon the windswept dune…
I watched as day yielded grudgingly to the embrace of the night.
Blue-gray clouds fled across the sky as pelicans skimmed the breaking waves.
Whitecaps …. fleeting …rise to meet the sky and breakers thunder into the shore.
Wind … fierce and gathering …. picking up mists of sand and sweeping the beach…
I rise from the sand turn and begin my journey home … as the first drops of rain sting my face.
Behind me .. the night storm rages across the sea.
tl headley 6/10/13
Sol
Gray yields to deep green and then a deeper blue…
An azure sky stretches from horizon to horizon, broken now and then the white of clouds….
Sol …. the invincible sun … stretches forth its life-giving hands and breathes life into the world.
The day is resurrected from the darkness… light moves upon the face of the deep.
Dawn breaks….
tl headley 6/10/13
Lights on the Horizon
Waves …. crashing on the shore…
With each a new apocalypse …
with each a new creation.
Life and death…
Beginning and end…
In the distance …
lost amidst the fog and darkness …
brief flickers of light on the horizon.
Hints of life beyond the known …
Glimpses across the infinite….
Familiar yet distant…
tlh 6/12/13
Morning
Sand, sea and sky … seamless, infinite, grey….
The fury of Creation cuts through the fog.
I sit alone … nothing between my soul and God
I gaze into the mist and see His Face.
tl headley 6/10/13
A Walk in the Rain
Together … we move through time and space
The gentle rain marks our passage
Footsteps… closer and closer still… until the two become one.
Your face, wet, turns toward me.
I shelter you within my arms.
No rush …. for just a moment … eternity is ours.
TL Headley 7/23/13
A Low Winter Sun
Shadows linger… fingers of darkness stealing life from the world
Sadness … pervasive…. holding hostage the mind
Days… shorter and shorter until nothing but grey remains
Earth… stands still and quiet in the light of a low winter sun.
Time… slowly winds to halting pace
Spirits…. dance between the stones.
Mists…. of summers long since past
Spirits of the dead … rise and walk the land.
Winter… descends.
tlh 1/8/14
The Mind's Eye 