This painting needs finishing – not sure whether to add a sky…
…or leave it white.
Day after day, despite predictions of showers, and even the esoteric ‘showers clearing’, no rain. I no longer even think about whether I can hang out washing or not – I just do it regardless of any forecast. Even the birds are listless, and the dog lies motionless after his morning walk. Only the bees among the daisies.
bereft of rain
I can’t keep up with
flashing scarlet against the fence
climbing through the feijoas
and the silver beet
has gone mad
calendula just opening
orange faces to the sun
and that beautiful blue
with its tap root
deep in the good earth
while that big thistle
is really an artichoke
for a flower
are sparring in the raised bed
and next door
lettuce and tomatoes
jostle for supremacy
There seems to be a consensus that Christians treat other living things with contempt, as lesser beings, simply there to serve humans and to be exploited by man in any way he wishes. However for many Christians, including myself, there is the alternative view that we are here on this earth as stewards, to nourish and protect all living things. Creation is a precious gift that we have rubbished and taken for granted. We need to know that there will be a price to pay.
Why else would it say in Romans… ‘For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.’
Won’t be posting much for a bit, as my computer is playing up… In the meantime enjoy this lovely poem by John Gillespie Magee…
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Haiku of Becoming
Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
hedy bach original photography mixed stories and music
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一枚の写真は一千語に匹敵する／A picture is worth a thousand words
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