The search for an unknown God
It was a warm afternoon, the sun had drawn its last bit of strength from the day and it was now growing weak and returning to the place from whence it came. It twinkled and sparkled, it appeared to speak of untold wisdom and beauty all in a peaceful silence.
I sat in that late afternoon and waited.
How do I describe where I sat down and what I felt?
It was in this picturesque farmland that I waited.....as I waited that beautiful sun took its last bow. It began to sink below the tall leafy trees. The last embers of the day's heat, turned quickly into a cool chill.
Not another soul was in sight, a loneliness and yet a compelling enthralling seemed to take hold of me.
AlI I could hear was the rustling of the leaves on the trees.
All I could see was the dappling and twinkling of the last light beaming and shining through those leaves. Each leaf, alive and surrounded by a crystal like glow,
The mists of a timeless light enveloped me, spirit, soul and body. The haze of the afternoon drew me into a place of endless peace, calm and beauty.
I no longer saw the sun or the leaves, the sound of the rustling disappeared, my world was transformed into a calm and beauty which I could never describe in words!
I longed for this incredible sensation to stay, but the moment I longed for this, it seemed to disappear.
Then I heard my girlfriends voice shout "I'm back!"
And I hurried up to meet her.
Many people may interpret this experience in many different ways, but for me, it was an unlettered call to heaven, and a clear and ever present answer came reassuring me of an existence beyond which I could comprehend.
In answer to my question... "Why search for an unknown God?"
I didn't search, He came and found me. Although I am persuaded, I had an open heart to see, hear and believe.
Did you ever have a moment in time similar to this? Have you ever searched for something you could not quite put your finger on?
The forests and tree images were taken in New Zealand and some in South Australia. The pink trees are actually pink. They are at the base of the mountains surrounded by a green forest. I convert the image to black and white and then leave the trees pinkish.
Each year when I travel back to NZ, I go out and photograph them again. They look so strange and I'm not quite sure why the farmer has planted them there.
See you next time, Wendy