Just when I thought I could bear the grey skies no longer, the sun burst through for a morning of light at last! The brightness tempted me to open the storm door, and capture a photo of the sunrise, but "someone" had been busy overnight! Isn't it strange the way that shapes and forms can … Continue reading Winter Stillness
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The Stillness of Poetry
"Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear,it is not night if thou be near:O may no earth-born cloud ariseto hide thee from thy servant's eyes."--John Keble What is it about poetry that causes my mind to stop its whirling spinning and to hear with my heart? In the same way that music goes to a deeper … Continue reading The Stillness of Poetry
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