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Early Morning – 6 June 2007
What a beautiful June morning! I was out very early, while it was
nice and cool, to do my yard work. The roses, as well as the yellow
irises along the lakeshore, are in bloom now; but our purple irises
have nearly finished blooming. However, when I look out our kitchen’s
glass doors I can still enjoy the open blue flag irises growing in one
of the sundeck planters.
In one of our old books of poetry, under the heading “God in Nature,”
I found this poem that seems appropriate for today:
The Word
By Richard Realf (1834-1878)
O Earth! Thou hast not any wind that blows
Which is not music; every weed of thine
Pressed rightly flows in aromatic wine;
And humble hedge-row flower that grows,
And every little brown bird that doth sing,
Hath something greater than itself, and bears
A living word to every living thing,
Albeit holds the message unawares.
All shapes and sounds have something which is not
Of them: a spirit broods amid the grass;
Vague outlines of the Everlasting Thought
Lie in the melting shadows as they pass;
The touch of an eternal presence thrills
The fringes of the sunsets and the hills.
See also:
http://www.all-creatures.org/poetrydir.html
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"Joyful Curmudgeon"
An oxymoron?
No! I see all the beauty of God's creation and I'm joyful. At the
same time, I see all the suffering and corruption going on in the
world, and feel called to help expose and end it so that we may have true
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