STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT

        They watched

            and waited

                for centuries


               until at last they saw the sign

a star in the sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        a sign that told of coming hope for the world

 

 

 

            and still they come

 

 

 

       

weary

 

crippled

 

forgotten

 

hungry

 

lost

 

 

 

 

they 

 

who

 

want

 

search

 

seek

 

 

 

 

 

they

 

 will

 

find

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

LIVING ART

        wanted to share some beauty inspired by my recent trip to see the Nutcracker....

Swirling fantasy

Sustained grace

Fluid touch

Blushing sways

Whispered arcs

living art

 in

 motion

*photos from google images author unknown

JUST A SIMPLE GIRL

        
        She was just a small town girl...

           from a simple life...

               a modest home...

                   never knew she would one day become...

forever be known as

MORNING STAR

TOWER OF IVORY

ARK OF THE COVENANT

COMFORTER OF THE AFFLICTED

MYSTICAL ROSE

Just a simple girl

who never knew 

she would one day...

point the way

THE MOST POWERFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

on this day we celebrate the Immaculate Conception

                   

           

MARANATHA

        Oh come, oh come 
   
   

EMMANUEL

INFINITE WISDOM

LIVING WATER

        Come...

GOD HERO

HOPE OF ALL NATIONS

PRINCE OF PEACE

MIGHTY SWORD OF JUSTICE

        Come,

                oh come..

EMMANUEL

GOD

WITH

US

*photos courtesy of google stock images authors not stated

                

  

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

On this Thanksgiving Day...



        taking time to notice the everyday gifts...

sunlit mornings

                           

giggles and toothless smiles

city brights

velvety hues of nature

        and taking time to appreciate you 

                as we journey together...

giving thanks

Happy Thanksgiving:)

*The mandrakes yield their fragrance,
the most exquisite fruits are at our doors;
the new as well as the old, 
I have stored them for you,
my love

*Song of Songs 7:14

photos courtesy of myself:))

       







       







        







        



        







        







        







        







        







        

DEAR NOVEMBER

DEAR NOVEMBER

HOW I LOVE THEE...

FROSTED PUMPKINS

SHAFTS OF LIGHT

FALLEN LEAVES

CHILL AT NIGHT

GOBBLE GOBBLE

GRATEFUL DAYS

SWEET NOVEMBER

I

LOVE

YOUR 

WAYS

THE POINTER

It was a chilly November day when he first started out...  
just a young boy, barely a man,  his backpack full of all things necessary to begin a life's journey

favorite books with worn threadbare covers

a pillow of the softest down

a bulging pouch of sweet delicacies sent as a farewell gift from loving kin

and last, a pointer, which he didn't particularly care for, but always carried just the same.


Full of hope and anticipation, his eyes scanned the horizon- finally settling on a steep path just to the left of a nearby mountain.

The trail was bumpy and narrow, and often he could feel the faint prick of the pointer poking at the center of his back, just next to his spine, which caused him to frequently stop and adjust the heavy load,  so as to ease the jagged edge.

He walked for days and days--through flowered meadows, along clear blue streams, wandering into deep green valleys.  All the while keeping a wary and watchful eye on the sharp object in his bundle.

Finally he happened upon a choice spot to recline.  But while pulling out his soft down pillow, he accidentally touched the pointer and bright red blood began to ooze and seep out from the injury.

At last, he lay down his head and fell asleep--

chaotic images nagged through his mind of

always

remember

remember...


So it was with a start, that he awoke to find a kindly old man sitting by his side, observing him.  The old man smiled gently and with the brightest blue twinkle in his eye said,

"Well, where have you been?"

The boy sat upright and stuttered..

"Oh, just a bad dream"

"A bad dream indeed!"

The wizened old fellow stood up, gathered his cane and began to walk in the other direction.

"Can I come with you?" the boy asked as he ran to catch up.

After all, it was tiring to take such a journey alone.

So it ended up they traveled together-- over rough terrains and glistening golden fields.  They became great friends--sharing stories, a laugh or two, and even spoke of wishes to come.  

But the one thing the boy never revealed was the regretful pointer hidden deep within his baggage.

One day, after a period of time, the old man said

"Come to see my home.  We can rest a while there," as he pointed to the top of a tall mountain.

The boy was excited but apprehensive.  Would his new companion discover the truth, his terrible hidden secret?

Finally they arrived at the small abode.  Glowing yellow lanterns illuminated the perfectly shaped windows and white smoke puffed out of a red brick chimney into the clear mountain air. 
Tiny multicolored stones crunched beneath their steps as they approached the sturdy brown door.

Immediately upon entering, intoxicating aromas stirred memories long forgotten in the boy's mind...memories of running carefree on endless sunny days.

"Here, come"  the old man motioned the boy to follow him down a long hall to a door at the farthest corner of the cabin.  

Curious, the boy dropped his backpack and slowly headed in the direction of his beloved guide.

His heart thumping in his chest, the boy watched intently as the old man turned the key and suddenly flung the door wide open.  The boys eyes squinted as he adjusted to the dimly lit room. 

There in a large pile in the corner of the room was a jumbled heap of what?

pointers

hundreds of pointers of every

 size

 shape

 color


"So you see my friend," said the old man with a slight chuckle and knowing nod, "we all have them,  but it's all in how you aim them

not to where they point from

but only where they point to" 

GLIMPSES OF GRACE

        It comes in shafts of intense hues

deep amethyst

crystal clear blue

brilliant aquamarine

        Prisms of cascading colors

that clothe in

peace

hope

love

eternity

        Flashes that spark then blaze with

  warmth

fire

spirit

        Emitting tones that ring of 

 truth

equilibrium

unity

He speaks

I AM WITH YOU 

ALWAYS

photos google stock

IN A COTTAGE BY THE SEA

        She was just a girl really...

            a girl who loved piano music and all things bright

              who dreamed of a perfect cottage by the sea 

                and mirthful sounds of children


        But it was not to be

            her perfect world

        
        She left her home

            her world of known

                in her bare feet...mind you

            and found herself

                 hidden

                 chained

                 falling
   
                finally sliding to the bottom of the deepest well



        And it was there that she found it

            would sojourn

               deep inside

                  her chosen abode


        It was there that she lived

             where no one could

                tarnish

                spoil
   
                blur

                   her paradise



        And now she sits and gazes through the window of her mind

            sees real illusions

unscathed but torn

 out of reach

lost but found

in a perfect cottage by the sea

for M,  may she always reside in a real cottage by the sea

*photo tgrumbach, google images