In the clouds atop Grizedale Forest ridge,
among the russet chestnut bracken
and old gold grasses,
a bright scarlet bramble runner.
Startling in the soft misty mizzle. 

Sometimes murky weather shows up astonishing beauty.
Sometimes, in sad times, in times of uncertainty,
the power of beauty in God’s creation calls out:

I Am Who I Am.

Be still 
and know
that
I am 
God

[Gill Henwood. ( + Psalm 46:10)]