Monday, April 25, 2011

Morning in the flower garden

 Lightening rod

Great silence in the garden. 
Admiring beauty that slips through the cracks.
Those that might be yanked out by any other, me...well I like to water them.

They are seen on long drives through the forests.
Those majestic pines growing taller than any around them.
Those standing tall on the highest crest.
Beautiful, admired from a far.
Those that speak out of the soil of which they are made.
Those that are the lightening rods of this earth.

 Those that are to others weeds.
Annoying little things, treated as Credents (ancient city of Crete, despised).
If the bloom dare to rise up in a pristine disclosure the ugliness of life gets exposed.
Some neighbors see it as weed.
While others 
(who I believe are more enlightened) 
are grateful to be exposed to it.
 Beauty takes work. 
It takes work to hold on to ones own beauty as well.
 Beauty emerging from a shelter as a mother plant guarding a flower until it is established.
 Before beauty is the amazement of complexity.
 'Pinks' may be lavender yet non the less centered in beauty.



 Light captured shining through us.
It is then the glow be noticed.
As passers by slow to give eye.
 Focused up close looking deeper.
Being seen.

Can feed be excepted to soil when dust is dry?
Perhaps it will only burn any roots left living.
If feed be given to a life that needs only poor soil to survive...does it stop to thrive.

 Vantage...
It all comes down to vantage.
 We error only when we stop from trying.
Should soil be left alone for them who need no rich, nor want no fertile grownd to grow.
It is then set apart for another spot in the yard.
Non less to tend to...non less of beauty.
Pretense needs neglect to thrive, no truth no real exchange.
Self sufficient living only on what is within the soil underfoot.

 Bare spots  from soil to rich, to fertile...to honest.


One rich, one scraggly yet both beautiful.
 Reaching to the sky, shadowed left smaller.
Faces longing for the full sun.
Faces that will follow the sky are called proud.
That is how the sunflower is known.
Because it has the audacity to put it's face to the sun?

Yet look at those that linger there, in the shadows, not quite able to reach full potential.
 Ones mans vantage,

and then an others.

Lightening rods those trees that stand up tall exposed more than all the others.
Lightening rods risking demise death by just living.
These trees non better just sitting on higher ground or in the earth deeper than another.
Tapping deep into the life flow. 
Some even as a shelter to others. 

Yes they are exposed set to die if struck, and in so doing gives a grounding to the energy that flows.
That force that glows and cracks through the skies that surround it.

Once they are gone just think who will replace them?

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Older women likewise teach the younger women...

• how to love their husbands
• how to love their children
• how to be self-controlled
• how to be pure
• how to be keepers at home
• how to be kind and submissive (not subservient) to their own husbands. (See Titus 2:3-5)

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By Maya Angelou

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean living,'
I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain...
I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Words have power. Here are a few of my favorite sayings.

  • A warm cup of tea is like a cuddle with a friend.
  • The North American Indians have a more eloquent word for ‘friend’ than we do in English. In their language, the word for friend literally means, “the one who carries my sorrows on his back.”
  • Return with Honor
  • The sage anticipates things that are difficult while they are easy, and does things that would become great while they are small. All difficult things in the world are sure to arise from a previous state in which they were easy, and all great things from one in which they were small. Therefore the sage, while he never does what is great, is able on that account to accomplish the greatest things."
  • "HOME IS WHERE YOUR STORY BEGINS"
  • “Live so that when your children hear these words they think of you… Fairness Caring Integrity Honesty Love Trust.”
  • "O Lord help my words to be gracious and tender today, for tomarrow I may have to eat them."
  • "No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes"

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