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Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life

~S. D. Gordon
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Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life

~S. D. Gordon

    • #easter
    • #daffodils
    • #new life
    • #resurrection
    • #spring
    • #yellow
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As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace, knowing no effort earns that all-surrounding grace. ~Denise Levertov
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As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,
as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them,
so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all-surrounding grace.

~Denise Levertov

    • #wings
    • #feathers
    • #bird
    • #soar
    • #wingspan
    • #flight
    • #grace
    • #freefall
    • #jaki good miller
    • #hawk
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It happens all the time. The illusion dies so something deeper can take its place. Romance serves its purposes. It’s a meditative state. It puts logic to sleep so that people can come together. Otherwise you guys probably wouldn’t risk it. Love is big. It’s a bright light in the universe.
And a bright light casts a big shadow.

~Barbara Hall {Character of God in Joan of Arcadia}
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It happens all the time. The illusion dies so something deeper can take its place. Romance serves its purposes. It’s a meditative state. It puts logic to sleep so that people can come together. Otherwise you guys probably wouldn’t risk it. Love is big. It’s a bright light in the universe.

And a bright light casts a big shadow.

~Barbara Hall {Character of God in Joan of Arcadia}

    • #love
    • #romance
    • #in love
    • #wedding
    • #couple
  • 4 months ago
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summer fade on Flickr.“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”
~A.A. Milne
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summer fade on Flickr.

“Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.”
~A.A. Milne

    • #weed
    • #brown
    • #faded
    • #september
    • #dead
    • #dead flower
    • #bokeh
  • 4 months ago
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Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime; therefore, we must be saved by hope. Nothing true or beautiful makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore, we are saved by love.

~Reinhold Niebuhr
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Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime; therefore, we must be saved by hope. Nothing true or beautiful makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore, we are saved by love.

~Reinhold Niebuhr

    • #hope faith love
    • #boys
    • #indian ocean
    • #boys playing
    • #children
    • #boys running
    • #carefree
    • #beach
    • #child's play
    • #kenya
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A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

~Maya Angelou
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A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
~Maya Angelou

    • #bird
    • #yellow
    • #song
    • #sing
    • #hope
    • #warbler
    • #nature
    • #feathers
    • #Maya Angelou
  • 5 months ago
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose, A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst,  The news like squirrels ran.  The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!”
 But how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,  A dominie in gray  Put gently up the evening bars, And led the flock away.

~Emily Dickinson
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I’ll tell you how the sun rose,
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”


But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.

~Emily Dickinson

    • #sunset
    • #ribbons
    • #pink
    • #purple
    • #sky
    • #pink sky
    • #pike county
    • #ohio
  • 6 months ago
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