Write Your Own Response to a Psalm
In God’s grace there are no “ifs” or “buts”, no expiration dates, no measured share, no price to pay
24/7, in plentiful supply that never ends, God’s love abides. We need do no more than accept it.
In God’s grace there are no “ifs” or “buts”, no expiration dates, no measured share, no price to pay
24/7, in plentiful supply that never ends, God’s love abides. We need do no more than accept it.
I will never forget this man’s energy, love of color, excitement for the creative process, his great attitude, and how animated and lucid he is. His youthfulness at 93 is truly the greatest art of all.
I’m at Creative Arts Camp and the church solo was sung beautifully by blog reader Claire. It was so lovely and I have been thinking about it since, so I thought I would share it with you.
Poetry is the human voice, and are we not of interest to each other?
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
Whose scent, invisible, drowns you in opulence, and for which you can find nothing adequate to say.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think
In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs…
Flames dance,
embers fly,
raindrops singe,
the campfire cries.
Howls rise up over the wind’s refrain…
Thank you for this day made
of wind and rain and sun and the scent
of old-fashioned lilacs.
God said,
make room for me
in your day
that crow swooping low
as you drive to work
In the north country now it is spring and there
Is a certain celebration. The thrush…