Let me come, to the end of my journey, with the sunshine on my face
....colours are seen, but what is not is their history
I saw myself to be like a little seed dropped into the crevice of a mighty rock and there I was bound to be, so I set about allowing myself to be free by responding to the impulse to grow,
It's this time of year again / when Santa and his reindeer come....
Memories dance about inside my head, telling me not to cry
You LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the One who lifts up my head
As I thank You for my life. \ Help me to go about blessed \ With your Spirit’s insight \ And hear You affirm I’m your beloved.
*“Where will the bellbird sing…… if the heart of the flax bush is gone?”*
As a flower grows……
``` ** Lake Nga-Roto by** Stephen Douglas
Seven stones in my hand Where have these stones been? Who has stepped on them?
a Testimony\ is more than what I say\ it is who I am!
* ** Red Lanterns,***
WAVES . . . . . . . . . . . . . Stephen Douglas
Waves pounding upon the shore, rising tide creeps up the shore\ wetting rocks, stones and sand yet not able to wet me. \ For I stand higher on a rock, out of reach from tidal wash\ because there’s an unseen force limiting; holding the\ * Waves, pounding upon the shore.**\ *.\ .\ .
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***I look up –*** to the Table Mountain Range, Cape of Good Hope. Does my strength come from these mountains?
I used to be a tall strong pine tree In Manawatu hills beyond thee With branches wide and green; Habitat for wild birds and bees,
*I turn my gaze to address your moon-face and shout aloud my boon*
I walk the steps of Saints Francis and Clare. . . .
``` We all walk the road to Emmaus, A walk not too far from heart breaking affairs. Affairs which create doubts and questions about what is possible in life. Such happenings can engage deep conversations with friends, Turning despair to hope, a place not too far from here. We all walk our road to Emmaus,
“Am I my brother’s keeper, shouted the stranger from the back, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.”
``` Autumn colours are plentiful this morning, as I walk ..The pathway winding through this beautiful scenery Thankful I have eyes to see and legs to move me. ..Gratefulness abounds in my spirit for autumn leaves Sing praise to their living Creator; these leaves sing ..Their song of happiness, beauty, and creativeness, I bend my ear to catch their song, to sing my praise too.
In isolation...in a room...the empty tomb
sunlight on my face
Ocean waves pound upon the shore
Be they praying or callous workers hands
That fine dining score; 5 course with wine
Inspirational, free flowing
**It was an unusual sight to see** **Because it was only part of the tree**
One small leaf curls and tucks itself next to another,
As our body requires oxygen to move, to breathe, to know the taste of life
The way I spend time out in nature can affect how much my physical and mental health will recharge and how I benefit from it.
…….Where upon we lie upon our bed…………...to dream of what’s ahead
So, I Ponder. . . . .
If you be Light when all around is dark
Lower Dam – Wainui-o-mata
delicate. . .delicate. . .delicate…..
I rake the fallen camellias, which lie upon the ground. They’ve flowered their youth; Bloomed their best - in seasonal time.
The weather changes like my mood as I contemplate life at noon. I wonder if the rain today has a message plain & true.