536. There is music in the meadows…There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields…
 ~William Stanley Braithwaite

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
~Elsie N. Brady

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I imagine the eyes of Jesus
Were harvest brown,
The light of their gazing suffused
With the seasons:

The shadow of winter,
The mind of spring,
The blues of summer,
And amber of harvest.

A gaze that is perfect sister
To the kindness that dwells
In his beautiful hands.

The eyes of Jesus gaze on us,
Stirring in the heart’s clay
The confidence of seasons
That never lose their way to harvest.

This gaze knows the signature
Of our heartbeat, the first glimmer
From the dawn that dreamed our minds,

The crevices where thoughts grow
Long before the longing in the bone
Sends them towards the mind’s eye,

The artistry of the emptiness
That knows to slow the hunger
Of outside things until they weave
Into the twilight side of the heart,

A gaze full of all that is still future
Looking out for us to glimpse
The jeweled light in winter stone,

Quickening the eyes that look at us
To see through to where words
Are blind to say what we would love,

Forever falling softly on our faces,
His gaze plies the soul with light,
Laying down a luminous layer,

Beneath our brief and brittle days
Until the appointed dawn comes
Assured and harvest deft

To unravel the last black knot
And we are back home in the house
That we have never left.
~John O’Donohue

Jesus called the crowd to Him and said, “Listen and understand.” ~Matthew 15:10   ✝

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16 thoughts on “536. There is music in the meadows…There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields…
 ~William Stanley Braithwaite

    • Happy November to you too, Julie. November is all those things you said and so cool, bordering on coldish at times
      which is such a refreshing change from August that’s now becoming only a bad dream. Hope you’ve had a very blessed Sabbath! Love and hugs, N ❤


    Your beautiful post makes November so bright… I love November, because it’s secretly prepary December and…………… Christmas 🙂
    “And we are back home in the house
    That we have never left.” wonderful last lines…
    Have a nice week my dear Friend ♥♥♥


    • HELLO FRÉDÉRIC!!! I like November too, but then I love all of autumn from start to finish!!! I adored that last line about us being at home in the house we never left. It’s comforting to think that we always dwell in the heart of God. I pray you have a fabulous week, Cher, and that you and your loved ones are healing and happy! Je t’aime beaucoup! Huge, huge hugs! N xoxoxoxoxo

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  2. Poem is fantastic! Somebody said November was warm. Not here, we are already in colds, so we need more heart-warming poems!


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