Each morning we’re reminded by what is seen with practiced eye.
We must look up for our daily blessing. The day’s story told by the sky.
Some days, we see storm clouds but we’re anxious about nothing.
The cloud heavy with rain releases droplets to warn us it’s not bluffing.
Some mornings bring clear skies. The sun kissing the birds and trees.
The story she conveys through God given talent can bring us to our knees.
I look up each morning, Sometimes needing a subtle nudge.
I see the morning photo. The capture no one could ever wrongly judge.
Then comes the evening. It’s still the sky I look to. The photo calms me.
Splendid color, heaven sent. A moment in time soon made as still as it can be.
Sometimes the sky is restless. Unable to be calm as darkness settles in.
I am grateful for my friend’s gift. Scenes can last forever instead of seconds.
You’ll find no pridefulness. Just joy in the sharing of the story of the heavens.
Photographs by Dianna Kenobbie Diehm…
Those 70ish Girls 