1447. The air is like a butterfly with frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky and sings. ~Joyce Kilmer

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It is a glorious privilege to live,
to know, to act, to listen, to behold, to love.
To look up at the blue summer sky;
to see the sun sink slowly
beyond the line of the horizon;
to watch the worlds come twinkling
into view, first one by one,
and the myriads that no man can count,
and lo! the universe is white with them;
and you and I are here.
~Marco Morrow

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Morrow mentions only the summer sky, but it’s a privilege to look up and behold the wonders of the sky at any time, isn’t it?! This time of year an especially breathtaking view of the sky can be seen by looking through flowering trees. But why is it that we like to gaze up at the heavens with or without trees? What are we looking for? And when our look up at the embracing canopy over us, why do words of wonder and awe enter our thoughts and subsequently fall from our lips? What is it about what we see that fills us with utter amazement? Is it because of the firmament’s majestic beauty and/or our puzzlement about the mysteries therein? Or is it because in our looking we become aware of a knowing that transcends ordinary knowing? Could it be that we recognize the handiwork of the One to whom we’re inextricably and lovingly connected? As we look and listen, can’t we hear the Holy One’s voice in the deepest part of ourselves, that quiet voice telling us that the sky and earth and life are not the result of a random happenstance but are acts of His divine and loving grace poured out for our benefit? Maybe in the sky and all else that delights our senses we see the quicksilver flicker of a tiny flame which illuminates our Maker’s face, a face our eyes have forgotten but our hearts still remember? Indeed, what a “glorious privilege it is to live, to know, to act, to listen, to behold, to love” under the tutelage of our grand and caring Father! And how wondrous it is that the knowing can come from just looking and listening and giving ourselves to Him!

It is God’s privilege to conceal things and the king’s (and mankind’s, says Natalie) privilege to discover them. ~Proverbs 25:2 ✝

**All photos taken by Natalie; collage by Natalie

15 thoughts on “1447. The air is like a butterfly with frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky and sings. ~Joyce Kilmer”

  4. Amen, Sis.
    “I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a tree” –your lead-off bu Joyce Kilmer really caught my eye. Wonder if there are any men named Joyce these days? That would be worse than a boy named Sue I think. I love his poetry though, and he was the first poet I think I read after the “David and Ann” primary readers.
    And you should take up nature photography, my dear. Your photos are wonderful! Take care and God bless. Love you. ❤

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  6. Bonjour ou Bonsoir mes amies , amis (NATALIES)

    J’aime venir parfumer ton joli blog
    Avec un parfum qui vient du cœur
    Mon plus beau parfum de l’amitié
    Pour embellir notre vie
    Rien de tel que des amies et amis
    Ce parfum qui fait mon bonheur
    Je te l’offre avec mon coeur
    En te souhaitant une excellente journée ou soirée

    Avec un champ de Roses parfumés

    ​

    Gros Bisous

    Bernard

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