1050. Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. ~Plutarch

I would define, in brief,
the poetry of words as
the rhythmical creation of beauty.
~Edgar Allan Poe

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Musical Notation: 1 The physicality of the religious poets should not be taken idly. 
He or she, who loves God, will look most deeply into His works. Clouds are not only vapor, but shape, mobility, silky sacks of nourishing rain. The pear orchard is not only profit, but a paradise of light. The luna moth, who lives but a few days, sometimes only a few hours, has a pale green wing whose rim is like a musical notation. Have you noticed?

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We had a dog once that adored flowers; no matter how briskly she went through the fields, she must stop and consider the lilies, tiger lilies, and other blossoming things along her way. Another dog of our household loved sunsets and would run off in the evenings to the most western part of the shore and sit down on his haunches for the whole show, that pink and peach colored swollenness. Then home he would come trotting in the alpenglow, that happy dog. ~Mary Oliver

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. ~Psalm 19:1-4  ✝

**All images via Pinterest; collages by Natalie

36 thoughts on “1050. Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. ~Plutarch

  1. the mark of the Creator abounds both small and great throughout all the earth—the obvious and the sublime—it takes but a mere speck of the Creator’s Spirit, which resides within each of us, of which affords us the clarity and realization of such wonderment—of which you my dear have more than a speck….

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  2. I have found myself looking much deeper into a sunset, wind blowing through the tops of trees, the colors of nature and so on, much more deeply that I used to. I seem to be looking for something that isn’t evident at first glance. Deep into the heart of the creation. Such a soul stirring post for me!

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  3. Gorgeous finds. My son always loved to pick a certain flower for me. Always the same, even when he sat on his father’s shoulders he would spot the flowers and tell me to pick them. He still looks out for me now. He is a real blessing for me.

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