Wonderfully wondrous…
Monthly Archives: April 2015
Perfection
710. Who is rich? He who rejoices in his portion. ~The Talmud
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter… to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring — these are some of the rewards of the simple life. ~John Burroughs
Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it. ~Robert Brault
Yesterday I went to a local nursery, and while I was looking around, I turned to see a hummingbird nectaring on the flowers there. Sadly I didn’t have my camera to capture the little hummer. So when I found this photo on Pinterest, it was like a gift, and I shall always celebrate God’s gifts.
They celebrate your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness. ~Psalm 145:7 ✝
709. We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with sleep. ~William Shakespeare
We live in between the act of awakening
and the act of surrender.
Each morning, we awaken to light,
and the invitation to a new day
in the world of time;
each night, we surrender to the dark
to be taken to play in the world of dreams
where time is no more.
~John O’Donohue
We become not a melting pot
but a beautiful mosaic.
Different people, different beliefs
different yearnings, different hopes,
different dreams.
~Jimmy Carter
but
God’s gifts put man’s
best dreams to shame.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The name of this wonderful pink rose is Belinda’s Dream, and since she is one of my favorites, I have two of them planted in different places my yard. Her blooms, especially in the spring and the fall, are always and definitely the stuff of which my garden dreams are made. And whenever I photograph her, I always think to myself, “What beautiful dreams, she, whose name this rose bears, must have.” I wonder who she is!
For God does speak–now one way, now another– though no one perceives it. In a dream, in a vision in the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they slumber in their beds. He may speak in their ears… ~Job 33:14-16a ✝
Yellow Tulip
Mistaken
708. All that is eternal in me welcomes the wonder of this day… ~John O’Donohue
I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Waves of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.
~John O’Donohue
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the life I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
~John O’Donohue
He (God) performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. ~Job 5:9 ✝
Morning sun
I Sit ~
Sometimes I sit,
in humble silence
I wait on the Lord
seeking His guidance.
I say not a thing,
give to Him my mind
knowing His will for me
is there for me to find.
Sometimes I sit,
in quiet solitude
till I have for Him
the right attitude.
I tune the world out,
His voice, I listen for
I give Him my heart
to search and explore.
Sometimes I sit,
humbled by His love
and in silence I wait . . .
for a word from above!
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Psalm 46: 10a
“Be still, and know that I am God:”
King James Version
by Public Domain
Copyright 2015
Deborah Ann Belka
707. Silence is exhilarating at first – as noise is – but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep. ~Edward Hoaglan
Let me silent be,
For silence is the speech of love,
The music of the spheres above.
~Richard Henry Stoddard
Poetic Black and White Watercolors
of Children With Wild Animals
by Elicia Elidanto
Spring
Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
all day I think of her —
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.
~Mary Oliver
…a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak… ~Ecclesiastes 3:7 ✝
Sacred Touches 