A Certain Other World

I believe there to be a certain world that is inhabited by the wild things, by fish and bird and furry beast, by the silently easing of the river as it slowly slides above its bed and the clouds that once formed far off and now again above the plateau.  It is cardinals tweeting and grass greening and the smell of the lake ripe and pungent that resides over all of humanity and groans out to God, “Oh God how long will you tarry with these humans?”

All The Shades Put On

All of winter has been folded neatly in cedar-lined coolers

And silently stowed in cellar, cool and safe for the long hot

Spring has come, green as moss on river rock

Fresh as a wedding gown wrapped in tissue

Smelling like jasmine, lilac and dark earth turned once more to sun

Summers coming; you can see it in all the shade put on

Our family has hiked up this stream trail at Zion.

The Nurse Of Full-Grown Souls Is Solitude

“The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude…

Every morning lean thine arms awhile

Upon the window sill of heaven

And gaze upon thy God

Then, with the vision in thy heart

Turn strong to meet thy day.”

         James Russell Lowell

One of the greatest views is night becoming day, dark becoming light.  It is God reminding us of what is to come; “I will make all things new!”

Why Birds Sing

Birds singing are a recurrent theme of mine.  It is because my every morning is filled with them.  It seems that my awareness is not something I have become aware of but is a gift I am continually granted.  My awareness is, more often than not, drab and heartless but I am often awakened to beauty and goodness.  Each time I am amazed that me, someone so fruitless, is blessed with an abundance of goodness not originating from me…as if I know that if I could sing I would sing like a bird…because we all know, animals can’t sing.

A Moment Of Praise

Color reigns in spring, azalea’s, irises, and new rose buds.  I wonder how color came to God’s mind?  Was it a natural outflowing of His creating light or did everything become visibly white and then He decorated with accents?  Whatever the case it was one of His most brilliant moments!  Right up there with His making our eyes see.

A Glass Praise or There Are No Windows In Caves

Nothing is more indicative of Creation than the invention of windows.  We have an overwhelming need to live under the sun, in the garden, to be one with nature.  We also need to be dry when it rains, warm when its cold, safe when it storms.  Windows are a micro evolutionary adaptation within a set species.  Windows were invented to let light into our lives while keeping everything else at bay.  The fact that we get the bonus of seeing into the garden is a product of Devine Care in making sand melt transparent.  There are no windows in caves or closed minds.