Let the broken moon shell,
worn & weary in the breaking waves,
disclose its silent testimony
of God’s faithfulness:
of the Delight that formed
its microscopic life
on the ocean’s floor;
of the Strength that guarded
its days and the Beauty
that nurtured its growth;
of the Grace that comforted
its breaking and then found a new life
to call the brokenness “home”;
of the Wholeness that honed
many fragments into one landscape,
many lives into one eternal story.
Let the broken moon shell,
serene in the breaking waves,
invoke creation’s praise
for God’s faithfulness.
Lovely, Rachel, fragile and strong. Thanks for gently pulling me deep into the places where the Spirit dwells with me.
Thank you, Nan. Much love!
“Oh the sheer delight of spanning the horizon
with a palette of color
Sometimes soft, pale peachy pinks at dusk…
a way to speak gentleness to the earth’s inhabitants
Or hues of periwinkle blue and soft lavender
to touch some lonely soul
Other times
a canon of brilliant orange, red and yellow is set off
and collides in the heavens
to dazzle even the most cynical
For one cannot escape
the tantalizing display of
a mesmerizing sunset
Splashing praise with a brush
in the Master Creator’s hand”
Yes! I love the way each sunset’s palette “speaks” a different message of hope, Juanita.
This is a YouTube post about a rescued baby hummingbird.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvrcdQWzH-8.
The young man doesn’t give his real name but goes by “kandwarf”. He gave the following update about the little bird:
“This is a baby hummingbird I rescued after it was attacked. The song is “Better Together” by Jack Johnson. UPDATE!!! when she thought she was ready to leave (and she was) she flew off to her favorite patch of the back yard, and her instincts instantly kicked in, and now she’s just like all the other hummingbirds. for those that are concerned that she has imprinted on humans and wouldn’t survive in the wild, don’t worry, she is thriving. she has even successfully migrated and returned back to my yard. and for those who think i didn’t know what i was doing, i did NOT feed her plain sugar water. i went outside 3 times a day and caught flies from my compost bin (be green people) in big bags, crushed them, and mixed them in as well. I also helped her learn to catch flies while flying (not in the video because the flies were too small). It was a pretty hectic but very rewarding experience and, in the end, i don’t think it could have worked out any better :)”
Praise Psalm From a Baby Hummingbird
I am so small
and my mother is gone
but You sent this big human
who feeds me with a dropper
and brings red flowers into his house for me
lets me perch on his hand
and somehow is teaching me to fly.
So large, so gentle, so tender.
I haven’t seen You yet
but I think You must look like my friend.
What a unique perspective, Corinne!