The wait…

The scene I photographed the other day, just spoke to me about waiting or a sense of expectancy. Nothing appears to be happening; the mist has rolled in, the river is calm, the trawlers have landed their catch.

The time of waiting,

the expectancy of movement.

The time of stopping

and observing; within

and without.

Dreaming dreams,

seeing through mist,

as through a ‘glass darkly

with the promise

of seeing face to face….

the Son of God;

bestower of hope in fear,

and light in darkness.’

The wait is over…..

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