Upon Whose Bosom Snow Has Lain

~Snow~
My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair,
All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear
Exalts His Purity beyond compare.*

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~Trees~

I think I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts here leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer ear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.**

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* Christina Rossetti
** J. Kilmer

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Bashful Morning Mist

Remembering…the days of wine and roses, tawny days and early morning walks in the cool and bashful morning mist…

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“THESE are the tawny days:
your face comes back.
The grapes take on purple:
the sunsets redden early on the trellis.
The bashful mornings hurl gray mist
on the stripes of sunrise.
Creep, silver on the field,
the frost is welcome.
Run on, yellow balls on the hills,
and you tawny pumpkin flowers,
chasing your lines of orange.
Tawny days: and your face again.”*

 *Tawny by Carl Sandburg

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Ocean Rainbows

“Ocean Rainbows” Art on Canvas,
Photographed by JayJacyPhotography
at Fernandina Beach, Florida, Amelia Island


  • “By the WORD of the LORD the heavens were made,
    and by the breath of His mouth all their host.
    HE gathers the waters of the sea as a heap;
    HE puts the deeps in storehouses.”
    Psalm 33:6,7
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    “Ocean Rainbows” Art on Canvas,
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