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Sunday, March 6, 2022

O Lord, My Strength and my Fortress

 

O Lord, my strength and my fortress,
my refuge in time of distress,
to you the nations will come
from the ends of the earth and say,
"Our fathers possessed nothing
but false gods, worthless idols
that did them no good.
Do men make their own gods?
Yes, but they are not gods."

Therefore I will teach them--
this time I will teach them
my power and might.
Then they will know
that my name is the LORD.

Jeremiah 16:19-21 NIV

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Walking on the Sea

 



But the boat was now in the middle of the sea, tossed by the waves, for the wind was contrary.  Now in the forth watch of the night, Jesus went to them, walking on the sea.

Matthew 14:24-25

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls





The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls    
                               
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
      And the tide rises, the tide falls.
 
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Seatoun Coastal Drive's Blue Horizon







I drove the entire loop of the Seatoun and Miramar coasts.  Seatoun is an eastern suburb of Wellington, the capital city of New Zealand. It is on the east coast of the Miramar Peninsula.  The coastline was rocky with dark sand against a blue horizon and deep blue sea. For summer, it was not crowded except on the weekends.  Very different from Florida's white sand beaches with people from all over the world.  Quiet, peaceful and serene and the array of blue on blue gave it perfect harmony.

 
The Tide Rises The Tide Falls
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks;
the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.