AUGUST/SEPTEMBER 2010

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            

           MOSAIC

      blue of sky and white of cloud
      yellow of sun and green of field

      sunset red and orange dawn
      purple sea and desert brown

      the silver of rain
      the gold of grain

          Artist God

      Your infinite spirit
           inlaid
      throughout our days.

                 ~ Sandra M. Tully  

  

 

                O Beautiful World

               The filter which
               blocks the rays
               of golden sun,
               which mutes the cries
               of gulls upon the sea,
               which tames the shriek
               of hurricanes,
               which gentles pangs
               of sharp regret...

               Is that--sorrow,
               herself a beauty,
               born to teach
               the heart the depths
               that lie within?

                         ~Susan Landon

       

   

 

 

 

 



      
             Just Breathe

I am not deaf to the rushing sounds
of the ocean, yet waves of feeling
overwhelm me in an echo of silence.

I can taste sweet berries in Summer
and the ripened bananas grown in
the Tropics, yet my words are fruitless.

I am not blind to the earthly greens,
luscious pinks and the gentle blues,
yet all I see is a colorless future.

But when the fresh fragrance of day
consumes me with Your presence,
I breathe You in and exhale new life.

               ~ Lisa M. Cronkhite

 

Lessons from the Bluebells

     I walk a path where, two weeks ago,
     I passed a million bluebells here.
     Now, blossoms are gone.

     What of my life?
     The years of blossom are going.
     In the trees blackbirds sing
     But the bluebell moment is gone.

     I do not count 100 things to do before I die.
     Yet, something in my soul wants to cry.
     There are friends to touch, places to see
     Before the light goes out in me.

     To "Give a penny for the old guy."
     Like the old soul in a swing
     as cherry blossoms fall.*
     To know, "to give is to live."
   
     Life is the art of living between
     the moments of birth and death.
     At least from this day, at the end may I say,
    "I was not Moses, but I was Richard." 
                        
                           ~ Richard Boeke

* Japanese movie, Ikuru (To Live) 

 

 

 

 

 Woven

we breathe a tapesrty,
thread by thread
over, under,
complimentary colors
telling the whole truth
with the fiber
of our woven lives.    
       
     ~ Nancy Compton Williams