Summer Miracles

SUMMER SUN

Great is the sun, and wide he goes 
Through empty heaven with repose; 
And in the blue and glowing days 
More thick than rain he showers his rays. 

Though closer still the blinds we pull 
To keep the shady parlour cool, 
Yet he will find a chink or two 
To slip his golden fingers through. 

The dusty attic spider-clad 
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; 
And through the broken edge of tiles 
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. 

Meantime his golden face around 
He bares to all the garden ground, 
And sheds a warm and glittering look 
Among the ivy's inmost nook. 

Above the hills, along the blue, 
Round the bright air with footing true, 
To please the child, to paint the rose, 
The gardener of the World, he goes. 

~Robert Louis Stevenson~

Ah, those sweet, soft fleeting days of Summer.  I chase the sun, saving memories.  Not just of a moment, but of a life lived in gratitude, filled with miracles.  Each day is filled with miracles.  The way the sun hits the leaves of a flower, or gently shines between the trees.  The scent of grass and evening showers.  The glitter of light on a wave, and the sound it makes against the shore.  Eyes to see this beauty, ears to hear it.  A heart that knows.  All miracles.  

Shift your perception to see miracles in every day.  

(Photographs taken at Three Oaks Recreation Center in Crystal Lake.  GO THERE if you are local.  A little slice of heaven in our back yards).