Rock as refuge
Dense, unmoved
Crevice rest
Curl up, subdued
Bask in sunlight
Serene and warm
Encompassed in
That worn by storm
15/6/2014
Refuge
Published by iamginamarie
I like to observe, photograph and write about life - mine and all life around me. Relationships are the most important part of my life - whatever depth, form or lack of such they may take. My relationship with Creator God as He declares Himself to be is foundational to every other relationship, thought and observation I have. I am a parent of vision impaired children and would like to write about that; about my life as a Christian; about education; about equity, diversity…who knows. Let's just see where this goes! Welcome to anyone who would like to come along for the ride. Unless I tell you otherwise, the photos are my own. Gina Marie View all posts by iamginamarie
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Long-ago, climbing down a cliff, I fell. Somehow came to rest in a scoop, shaped, I’d guess, like this. Looking down, another six or seven metres, to fall. (I see it, haunting still). But there was room enough to stand. My mates sent down a rope. I climbed out. Sixty years ago, and still I wonder at the beautiful “rock as refuge.” Glad to meet you, then, Rock. Glad to meet your relative now. Gratitude!
Hello, my friend! You have been much on my mind, so it’s lovely to hear from you. I can imagine that drop being a haunting memory, for sure. Gratitude indeed. Gina