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Living Things Living

  • Being silent, noticing living things, living. The breath of God flowing within and through as the trees bloom and the sun shines. A quiet appreciation of life. I think about how everything works together, as seasons change. Yeah, the pollen is falling and things get stirred up which brings an element of discomfort, but blooming and growth means life is bursting forth. There is a metamorphosis, things taking shape very naturally, very beautifully coming into form as God creates it to be. Watch it, living things, living! It’s everywhere! Do you notice?
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Poetry

“Just To Think”

Do you ever do anything, just to think?

Shut out the world and let your mind and spirit sync.

Do you ever take a walk in the cool of the day,

And stop to smell the aroma of a wild bouquet?

If you treasured the moment that’s here and now,

If you opened your mind to what your heart would allow,

You would see beauty in ordinary things,

Realize a peace that only God brings.

The anxiety the rush and the stresses of existence,

Would be but a memory way off in the distance.

Wynema Clark 4/6/2013