Consider the Lilies of the Field by Christina Rosetti
FLOWERS preach to us if we will hear:–
The rose saith in the dewy morn:
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
The poppy saith amid the corn:
Let but my scarlet head appear
And I am held in scorn;
Yet juice of subtle virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes.
The lilies say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
But not alone the fairest flowers:
The merest grass
Along the roadside where we pass,
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
Tell of His love who sends the dew,
The rain and sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.
My feet dip into the warm sea and sand dollars press against my toes. The water is warm as I walk further into the infinite blue. I think to myself that this seems like it should be some sort of life-defining moment, but it doesn’t feel like it. The other side of the world sleeps while I search for answers to the questions I haven’t yet learned to ask. Under the water I close my eyes and the silence overwhelms. Here, everything pauses, and I know this will one day be a memory which I can never relive.
I’ll remember you with squishy little toes, bare feet
With sticky little hands, leaving sticky little prints.
The world looks so wide out your window but
I want to keep you here safe from sadness.
The rain pours long and hard and all night long
We’ll learn in every state to be content
These are the happy, easy days when troubles
Are small and crumbled cookies on the floor.
If life was like the movies, we’d be all slow motion, spinning in circles, laughter tossed up with our windblown hair, hands clasped together, impish smiles with mischievous twinkles to light our eyes. Instead it’s over all too fast and soon we are crying for unsettled stomachs, scraggly hair, and dirt under our toenails. This joy, the unspoiled sound of child’s laughter, is mine to hold onto. Through the fits, late nights, early mornings, sleepless in-betweens, I cherish the happinesses that are mine.
If life was like the movies, it’d be cheap, forgettable. Here in my arms I hold an unmistakable token of God’s love.
It’s real-time, not slow motion, as I tiptoe up the stairs. No trace of a care, no hint of pain, no uncertainty, upon that face…a world where all is well, where all love and are loved. And I need this before facing my own night tempted with images of plane crashes, train derailments, murders, unrest..bad news, bad news, bad news. But I will close my eyes in peace and sleep and hold you in my arms and spin, dance, spin, dance among the wildflowers in a beautiful place we have not yet known.
if i had to say what my heart fears
my tears weary of falling
my heart sick of loving
the melody of my mornings
the pause and repeat of my noons
the worries of my nights
you cried, lost, alone
you looked, saw no one
you lay, eyes closed, sleepless
they bloomed that day and i laughed, bitter
i took thought, worried, and lost
the lilies, they toil not
but i am bereaved
while they are beautiful
When these are the days that stretch out before you
The days that are behind you don’t matter
When this is the sun that shines on you
The darkness you’ve felt doesn’t matter
When you find a true and faithful friend
The days of betrayals don’t matter.
when every day is grey and white
the lines are drawn but I can’t find them.
when the weeds poke through the fence
I know they’re there but I can’t see them.
with one misstep I crumble
I watch but I can’t stop.
without words, my mind fumbles
the night stretches long and dark and black
the days are grey the weeds poke through
a nightmare comes to haunt you
the fears the doubts the worries come back
with one word of prayer breathed
I know it’s nothing but I know too
that my burdens will be eased.
when the nights are long and dark
I can’t see Him but I know he’s there.
When my night is sorrow-filled
He brings joy on every morning.
Jeeves has a problem with bubbles. We bought one of those big bubble wand things a while ago. We didn’t realize just how entertaining it would be…
He chases them through the whole yard, jumping and diving at them.
Sometimes he catches one, but other times his timing is a little off and it pops right in his face.
Immediately after chasing the bubbles, he takes a loooong drink to wash all that soapiness down 🙂
“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?And why are you anxious about clothing?
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
Matthew 6: 25-33
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