Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself.
So, a woman will lift her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims1 sung by a tree, a sudden gift.
{Extract from the poem "Prayer" by Carol Ann Duffy}
{Extract from the poem "Prayer" by Carol Ann Duffy}
And the songs of sudden gifts sing soft prayers from a week gone by....
* Sudden gifts of peace and stillness
* Soft breaths of grace upon cluttered surfaces
* Her smile
* His arms around me, strong and steady
* A piece of random beauty sparkling like stain glass...
* Glimpses of eternity in the everyday
* Making Christmas projects (and thanking Tonia for the inspiration:)
* The smell of carrot cake cookies he bakes with them lingering sweet around the house
* Remembering "The Peace of Wild Things"... in the wilderness.
I love those sudden gifts, pieces of beauty and glimpses of eternity. They make life beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely as always! There is real tenderness in the words isn't there? Have a grand day! Cathy
ReplyDeleteYour photos are breathtaking! Thank you for sharing.
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