Wednesday, January 25, 2012

my favourite things/ His grace dripping down

tonight
this night...
at Beth's horse barn
I just chanced to look 
through the space under the eaves

my eyes gazing past
the hanging icicles
drip dripping
in time to the
chew chewing
of Misty Blue
and
Celina

their
contented
sounds
hypnotic

the light from
the goat stall
glowing soft

my mind
caught in
its trance

there craddled
in a lulluby
over the arch of the evergreens
lay the sleeping Dipper
the big baby
cushioned on the tree's horizon
each star placed perfectly
as if pouring grace
from heaven's wells
sliding down the tree tops
glowing peacefully
laced  around with winter glory
all the while the icicles
dripping
their slow
hushed
wetness

dripping
their nourishment
to my soul
and
to
the sleeping
earth

God's grace
enough for all

Today was a grace day

the sunrise had already astounded me
like a cat at play I had tried to catch the light
as it frolicked across the snowy fields
caught in the strands of fence
casting itself long across
the blankets of morning shadows
settling in the deep drifts
light pockets
unhidden
from this kitten's
game








come afternoon
I happened again
to lift up my eyes


this time the afternoon glow
was resting on the southwestern hill
the bare poplars
bathed in coral pinks
and mellow yellows
the Northern sky deep blue black
with a hint of a rain storm
brooding
the smell pure and
cool on the lungs
my face bathed in
the falling glory
grace full
and deep
satisfying

me
an
empty vessel
filling
on God's sweet grace

grace free
and 
spilling over

must drop it
on my way
to those
who venture by
drip dripping
along my way
love craddled
in a lulluby
in the brightness of the morning ...

life

in the soft glow of the afternoon ...

healing

God's grace
pouring
down
to a
sleeping
and a thirsty
earth

wake up
O  My people
lift up ye everlasting gates
and the King of Glory shall come in
and the King of Glory shall come in



You will find Him in the morning
He will be found throughout the day
the afternoon's last light will bring Him close

And the King of glory
will come in

His grace
drip dripping
down
for
all

my favourite things

6 comments:

  1. "Pouring grace from heaven's wells . . . God's grace enough for all." Words of life and truth, refreshing the spirit and soul. Gorgeous pictures, too.
    Thank you, Susan for sharing your gift with words.

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    1. so nice to share with a dear friend... wish you were here... I'd have a gentle walk with you and give a gentle massage to refresh that leg...and tea... today is ladies' tea day

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  2. Dear Susan the Cat,

    I can see it in my mind's eye

    like a cat at play I had tried to catch the light
    as it frolicked across the snowy fields
    caught in the strands of fence

    and then as the day unfolds...

    grace free
    and
    spilling over

    must drop it
    on my way
    to those
    who venture by

    and later in the afternoon's last light

    praises from the psalms.

    For me it will be a YEAR of grace. January 1 was my last day at work. My year began in the dark, but when it is really dark that is when you can see the stars best. I love your reference to the dipper. It testifies to His grace, and so it begins.

    This is so lovely!
    Purring here,
    Dawn

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    1. we would share a bowl of cream just swell Dawn (meow)... and star gazing would never be tiresome... His grace is evident in the friendships He forges !
      praying with you still and thankful with you

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  3. Beautiful, and good for me (to read) too.

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    1. isn't it wonderful that grace is for all of us!

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