Posts tagged ‘silhouette’
Longing for a Sense of Wonder
If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.
– Rachel Carson
Rachel Carson National Wildlife Refuge
We Are Doubly Blessed
Gratitude makes us feel bursting with delight, just to remember the gifts we have received. Thus we are doubly blessed when we receive something: for the gift itself and later, in recall, for the miracle of having been given it.
– M.J. Ryan
A World Full of Gifts
You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.
– Rabindranath Tagore, The Heart of God
Sunset at Oyster Bay, Long Island
Thoughts on the Sea – 1
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
– Mahatma GandhiI am also reminded of John Masefield’s words, “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky.”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
– Ansel Adams
Sometimes silence is the only response to beauty
More on Listening
Learning to listen with the heart moves us from the role of observers and enables us to become participants with the Creator in a world full of grace and possibility.
– Elizabeth Canham, Heart Whispers
Listening to the sunrise
Prayer
Today’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by Jessica Powers.
Prayer
Prayer is the trap-door out of sin.
Prayer is a mystic entering in
to secret places full of light.
It is a passage through the night.
Heaven is reached, the blessed say,
by prayer and by no other way.
One may kneel down and make a plea
with words from book or breviary,
or one may enter in and find
a home-made message in the mind.
But true prayer travels further still,
to seek God’s presence and God’s will.
To pray can be to push a door
and snatch some crumbs of evermore,
or (likelier by far) to wait,
head bowed, before a fastened gate,
helpless and miserable and dumb,
yet hopeful that the Lord will come.
Here is the prayer of grace and good
most proper to our creaturehood.
God’s window shows his humble one
more to the likeness of His Son.
He sees, though thought and senses stray,
the will is resolute to stay
and feed, in weathers sweet or grim,
on any word that speaks of Him.
He beams on the humility
that keeps it peace in misery
and, save for glimmerings, never knows
how beautiful with light it grows.
He smiles on faith that seems to know
it has no other place to go.
But some day, hidden by His will,
if this meek child is waiting still,
God will take out His mercy-key
and open up felicity,
where saltiest tears are given right
to seas where sapphire marries light,
where by each woe the soul can span
new orbits for the utter man,
where even the flesh, so seldom prized,
would blind the less than divinized.Source: “Prayer” from The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers, edited by
Regina Siegfried, ASC, and Robert F. Morneau. Kansas City, MO: Sheed &
Ward, 1989.
