Just as dusk sets in a cute little wren made a visit to the fence in the backyard hopping from picket to picket for just a couple of minutes before taking off into the approaching evening proving the adage that something small and unexpected can make your day.
the loveliness is everywhere
even
in the ugliest
and most hostile environment
the loveliness is everywhere
at the turning of a corner
in the eyes
and on the lips
of a stranger
in the emptiest areas
where is no place for lope
and only death
invites the heart
the loveliness is there
it emerges
incomprehensible
inexplicable
it rises in its own reality
and what we must learn is
how to receive it
into ours
~Kenneth White
The Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places, and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a well watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters never fail. ~Isaiah 58:11 ✝
Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby…
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Poetry is not always words.
Poetry is a layering of meanings…
Poetry evokes emotional or sensual responses…
Poetry creates musical or incantatory effects…
Poetry forms connections not previously perceived…
~Audrey Foris
There are “wordless voices,” as Foris suggests, and they speak in a variety of ways. Some are heard in music instead of poetry while others are witnessed in the spectacle of a drama or ballet, or they may be perceived in the steps and rhythm of a dance routine. Humans can’t help but find a way to express what profoundly breaks into their inner silences and urges expression for they, being made in the image of a limitless Creator, are innately creative in some way.
As for me an artist or a poet I am not, but the desire to be gifted in such a way inhabits my soul. I’ve tried my hand many times at being both but any real talent for either continues to be imprisoned within me. So now with no “appropriate liberator” in sight I try only with my camera to satisfy the yearning of my incarcerated artist, and from time to time, at least in my own eyes, I achieve a marginal level of success. How could I not for in its vast array of choices, the earth is a wondrous wellspring even with nothing more than a point and shoot camera. As for my jailed poet self, her craving is partially satiated because life and the natural world have a way of writing their own poetry even in a photograph and because accomplished others have published readily, accessible poetic works.
So God created humankind in His image, in the image of God He created them; male and female He created them. ~Genesis 1:27 ✝
Progress moves forward, time cannot pause,
Past is unchanging, we know this because
Nothing, here present, allows us to alter
Yesterday’s stories, yet we stutter and falter,
To grasp our todays and heal where we may
Holding to history, as if we could say,
‘That never happened. That book is a lie.’
If we live in the past, we suffer and die
To future’s new chances, a life with less pain,
But still we persist in living again
In past recollections where sorrow is spent,
Move on with new hope, life is but lent
For such a short while, each day just a gift,
In peril we waste them, let soul and heart lift.
A new understanding, resume with your living
Reconciling with self, be much more forgiving.
As, many the times, we look and we see,
The burden of guilt is on you and on…
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If delight may provoke men’s labour,
what greater delight is there then to behold the earth
as apparelled with plants, as with a robe of imbroidered worke,
set with orient pearles, and garnished with great diversitie
of rare and costly jewels?
The delight is great but the use is greater,
and joyned often with necessitie.
~John Gerarde, English herbalist and botany writer
Oh how beautiful is the butterfly supping on earth’s delights! As they flit from flower to flower nectaring on sweet profferings they give flight to the wings of the day. Were it not for such as they, would the human spirit ever be able to soar above the madness? Thank you Lord for revealing yourself and your goodness through all that you created.
In the beginning God created the heavens and earth. . .God saw all that He had made, and it was very good… ~Genesis 1:1, Genesis 1:31a ✝
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