Glory and Joy

Glory and Joy

Sunrise, Joy's Garden, looking East

© Joy Krauthammer 

http://joys-poems.blogspot.com/2013/01/glory-and-joy.html

GLORY AND JOY

- Joy Krauthammer

Swath of saturated orange color

brushed high in the sky 

and spread strangely across.

I call my 90 year old neighbor
to share this divine delight

knowing she is up early 

and her daughter is away. 

As sun rises with my call

I won't awaken daughter.

This morning Edith calls me back 

tells me that the quiet color of pink 

although pale, covered in light fog

is surprisingly seen in the west,

"but not like yesterday's colors"

(that I missed while asleep…)
she reminds me.

Edith and I share passion

for G*d's early morning palette,

and brush strokes in the western winds.

When color is high in the sky

I call and alert Edith

her view misses the low eastern horizon.

What fun to share the Glory and joy

between Edith and me.

Last night we immersed ourselves 

in stunning narrow striations of illuminated orange,
deep blue and fuchsia with hues of purple

repeated intense color bands in the sky

across entire western horizon.
For a better view I drove toward the mountain.

Flaming colors felt like my long cotton scarf

I wore as I rode a camel
in wind-blown desert sands of blazing Moroccan Sahara.

Was easy to crawl out

from my tiny tent,
speechless, in awe, alone
to view these comparable colors of pure joy.

Sahara sand dunes and Santa Suzana Mountains
appear similar against the painted night and morning skies.

1/30/13

Sunset looking west towards Santa Suzana Mountains

© Joy Krauthammer

Sahara Desert Sunrise

As I peek out of my tiny tent

with my camel parked nearby.

 © Joy Krauthammer   1997

Moroccan prose
http://joys-prose.blogspot.com/2005/12/colors-of-my-soul-before-dawn-joy.html

http://myfriendedith.blogspot.com/2010/01/ode-to-edith.html


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Clouds' Crayon Box

Clouds' Crayon Box

- Joy Krauthammer © 

This morning's magnificent markings of Presence

huge clouds, 

whispers of white fluffs,

overlaid with thin brush marks of translucent black

sun painting radiant white on edges

only as I have seen

from the Masters in the museums.

Sky blue depth of field

wakes up daybreak's display

offering visions of mighty mountains.

Horizon's frame of slender salmon hues

continues committed during this exhibition.

Not enough film in camera

to capture this beauty

my eyes behold

as I hear the birds singing, a symphony

an overlay, a separate track

on this magical marvelous miracle.

Two winged ones--birds fly higher than I've ever seen

feathered creatures that bring me joy.

It's not the Endeavor, paired, crossing the skies

as the space shuttle did this week

with the world watching for its landing.                                       

Time for a new day, one of hope.

The Creative One uses today for canvas, the entire sky

creates a canopy that does not stay still,

endless creations silently travel.

Radiance beaming

beckoning me to give gratitude

and in wonder, photograph, paint, write,

feel in my heart hope, that

peace in our universe…

gathers in like nets in the ocean, bringing us

to see

what can be… .

My 90 year-old friend calls

breaking the silence of speech

shares with me

the awesome orange colors

she saw in the clouds.

She witnessed

the Divine One's sky of dawn.

Chanting passionate prayers for peace

in the early hours,

I missed the orange.

I was too late today

for G*d's colorful crayon box.

9.23.12

I was so immersed in the beauty of the morning gift and then writing that I did not photograph this sunrise, but enjoy others seen in my site:

http://joys-favorite-fotos.blogspot.com/2012/05/clouds-of-glory.html

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