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Beauty Break

It Is Enough

The trails beckoned me to them yesterday and I couldn’t help but stop a few times and take in the beauty. The view was more important than my pace. It was good for my body and soul. I can’t remember how I found this poet, but I’m thankful I did. He has a way with…

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High Cotton

The corn is harvested and the hay is baled. The dried up corn stalks are tied to lamp posts downtown on Main Street and the square hay bales line the sides of a trailer for a hayride. Scarecrows and Jack-o-lanterns greet the shoppers as they stroll along the brick sidewalks. But the cotton hasn’t been…

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The Leaves Speak Bliss

The summer heat lingers on the first day of autumn. The crisp and cooler days will come. The leaves will turn and fall. Until then, I’ll wait. I’ll look for the golden leaves, the red and orange ones too. Fall, Leaves, Fall Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss…

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That They Are

I shall open my eyes and ears. Once every day I shall simply stare at a tree, a flower, a cloud, or a person. I shall not then be concerned at all to ask what they are but simply be glad that they are. Clyde Kilby “In his hand are the depths of the earth;…

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Down To the Beach

I found a round stone or two and plenty of shells, though not the kind that sing. I saw no starfish or horrible thing on the beach, unless the dozens and dozens of crabs or the piles of seaweed count. But we played and lounged. We laughed and rested. Now we go back to our…

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Today

I noticed this luscious pink beauty underneath our cherry tree two weeks ago. It’s an heirloom French herbaceous peony – a fancy name for a flower I don’t give much attention. My mom planted them years ago, and regardless of my inconsideration, they bloom faithfully. The only thing I need to do. Enjoy them. If…

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The Lamb and Shepherd

The Bible doesn’t say much about what happened on the Saturday of that first Holy Week. We know from the Gospel of Matthew that the chief priests and Pharisees asked Pilate’s permission to secure the tomb of Jesus to prevent his disciples from stealing the body and claiming Jesus had risen from the dead. We…

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Soggy Trails

I’ve wanted to post something all day for World Poetry Day. I read this poem for the first time months ago and I can’t get it out of my head. I shared it with my youngest daughter this evening since it’s World Poetry Day and all. I recited the first two lines full of passion.…

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Whoever Abides

Today is Ash Wednesday and the beginning of the Lenten season. Below is a blessing to mark the day. It brought to mind John 15:5 I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do…

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The Bright Side

Yesterday was another damp and dreary day, but the evidence of spring is all around. Sometimes the bright side isn’t easy to see, but it’s there. It is there. Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings.Not all things are blest, but theseeds of all things are blest.The blessing is in the seed. from Elegy in Joy…

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