From March, 2014

BLOOM

When all is stripped away- beauty fades Yet death can’t hide the wonder of rebirth We wander and the bloom tells a slow motion truth dropping with the weight of a hammer on the restless dull heart Life with color is all around The Creator wills barren earth to life again  Spring is upon us and the writer of the Song of Songs pens love in this way: …My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms.  I am my lover’s and my lover is mine.  He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers.…

Waters edge

Master of the waves Fishermen at waters edge  Commanded and obey Go only where he leads Weathered hands will reel Unexpected catch By Charity Rattray He saw at the water’s edge two boats, left there by the fishermen, who were washing their nets. He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little from shore. Then he sat down and taught the people from the boat. When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” Simon answered,…