“The important thing is to recognize that our gift, no matter what the size, is indeed something given us, for which we can take no credit, but which we may humbly serve, and, in serving, learn more wholeness, be offered wondrous newness.”
~ Madeleine L’Engle
Walking On Water, p. 195 – 196.
Harold Shaw Publishers, 1980.
reading blogs and writing poems night changes to day
The photo of the impatiens planter is by Karl.
It is a favorite of many readers.
memories
of memories of you
lilacs bloom once more
Photo by Ellen (2012).
leaves
in gentle breeze
an inch of
new green
on evergreens
silence
and this
poem
Photo by Karl (2011).
looking at trees
I remember
prayers of friends
“Tree bark types”
courtesy of wpclipart.com.
The lilies-of-the-valley are beginning to bloom. My mother loved them, as I’m sure is true of many people. I was just reading poems by Luci Shaw, and I shared her books with Mom too. I remembered a marble cross necklace my mother had. She gave me permission to wear it to high school, over 40 years ago. And I lost it somehow and never found it. My mother was so kind. She pictured God’s love for me in many ways, including the keeping of material possessions in perspective.
lilies-of-the-valley
fragrance of forgiveness
memories of love
Luci Shaw’s website: www.lucishaw.com.
Image courtesy: www.antiqueclipart.com.
farmers planting seeds
in many fields
letters become words
Van Gogh ~ A Wheatfield with Cypresses
Courtesy of wpclipart.com
When my spirit
was overwhelmed within me,
then thou knewest my path.
Psalm 142: 3a (KJV)
Image courtesy of Dover Publications.
Sample from “Chinese Butterfly Designs.”
rich colors
of primroses –
was it their prayers
I overheard?
Photo by Karl (2011).
lilacs bloom
purple and white
with grey sky
background
God’s promises
Lilac courtesy: wpclipart.com
