“In your hands…
The dog, the donkey, surely they know
They are alive.
Who would argue otherwise?

But now, after years of consideration,
I am getting beyond that.
What about the sunflowers? What about
The tulips, and the pines?

Listen, all you have to do is start and
There’ll be no stopping.
What about mountains? What about water
Slipping over rocks?

And speaking of stones, what about
The little ones you can
Hold in your hands, their heartbeats
So secret, so hidden it may take years

Before, finally, you hear them?”

~ Mary Oliver

Artist~Josephine Wall
Text & image source: Moonlight Serenade https://web.facebook.com/Moonlight-Serenade-228504310532112/

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You are the vivid white petal of a cherry blossom,

the brilliant yellow of a hibiscus,

the deepest pink of a fuchsia bud,

the complex crimson of an open rose.

You are the fine, virgin down of a cygnet,

The fine dust of a clouded sulphur,

the shocking, blush of feathers of a flamingo,

the melodic trill of a cardinal.

You are the white-hot calidity of a Western summer,

The changing leaves of a Midwest fall,

The new growth of a Rocky Mountain spring,

And the winterberries of an Eastern Frost.

You are the Complex Creatior,

the Divine Designer,

the Radiant Arranger,

our Perfect Planner.

The heavens are telling the glory of God; they are a marvelous display of his craftsmanship.  Day and night they keep on telling about God. Without a sound or word, silent in the skies, their message reaches out to all the world. The…