Friday, April 7, 2023
Tuesday, April 4, 2023
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions -- it is by grace you have been saved.
Monday, March 28, 2022
Sunday, January 9, 2022
Monday, November 15, 2021
Sunday, March 14, 2021
He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down. You bring darkness, it becomes night , and all the beasts of the forest prowl. The lions roar for their prey and seek their food from God. The sun rises, and they steal away, they return and lie down in their dens. How many are your works, Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number--living things both large and small.
~Psalm 104:19-26 NIV
Friday, February 26, 2021
Saturday, March 7, 2015
In what distant deeps or skies.
And what shoulder, & what art,
What the hammer? what the chain,
When the stars threw down their spears
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
These photos were taken at Pier 60, Clearwater, Florida. I seldom get an opportunity to take pictures at the Gulf side of the state. It was gorgeous with sea gulls flying against the sunset.
A favorite poet of mine is Robert Browning. Robert Browning wrote Meeting At Night in 1845 while he was courting Elizabeth Barrett. The two exchanged many love letters and secretly eloped in 1846, despite her father's protests. Browning's urgent love for Elizabeth is clearly expressed in this poem, and it is considered the most sensual poem that he had written up to that point. As you read it, notice how he uses your senses of sight, smell, sound, and touch to help convey his passion and excitement as he travels by boat during the night to secretly see his beloved.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Monday, December 29, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Friday, October 17, 2014
Waterway Park is a small park with nature trails and a view of Matanzas Fort, River and the marsh. The trees glowed with the evening sunlight. The sky turned reddish orange over the green lush colors of the marsh just a spectacular scene.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Poet Abbie Farwell Brown was an American author who lived from 1871-1927. One of her famous children poems was The Fisherman.
The fisherman goes out at dawn
When every one's abed,
And from the bottom of the sea
Draws up his daily bread.
His life is strange ; half on the shore
And half upon the sea —
Not quite a fish, and yet not quite
The same as you and me.
The fisherman has curious eyes ;
They make you feel so queer,
As if they had seen many things
Of wonder and of fear.
They're like the sea on foggy days, —
Not gray, nor yet quite blue ;
They 're like the wondrous tales he tells
Not quite — yet maybe — true.
He knows so much of boats and tides,
Of winds and clouds and sky !
But when I tell of city things,
He sniffs and shuts one eye !
Monday, April 7, 2014
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Thunderclouds of love
Your love hit me just like a flash of lightning
It came pouring from the thunder clouds of love
At first the turn of love was frightening
Now I know that it was sent from God above
I had been prayin' for nights on end
For some one who could make me laugh again
Then all at once from the darkness of my heart
There grew a light, the light was you love, fell like rain
No more, no more will I ever be lonely
I'll always have you here with me to love
An angel sent for an angel coming
To fill my heart with thunder clouds of love
Saturday, August 24, 2013
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These reckless heaven-ambitous peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit---we have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's grace---
column and polish'd arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here---spirit that form'd this scene,
They have remember'd thee.