And you now what, it's really the small and delicatethings in life, that give the most strength.
It's not hooking my wagon to the star of authorship, or the glory of 'beating cancer' that gives me the avantage.
It's the yawn of a sleepy puppy, the bright desert flowers bravely raising their heads to the spring, the butterflies a multicoloured cloud that wings aloft at my footfall.
And especially, it's the finches in the time before the dawn.
These are things truly worth living for, and which give the pull, and the might, to survive another day.
I have a cause for living,
and it's darn well that I should,
'cause while cancer is the devil's inning
I'll witness to the good.
The small and homely graces
like birdsong in the dawn
overtakes and outpaces
death's malignant spawn.
How odd that small and fragile
can give life joy, and reason
to keep soul and spirit agile
in this doomed killing season.
Listen well, friend, to the sunrise song;
it comes from Heaven, where we'll belong.
Here's Vanity Fare, with their charming hit Early In The Morning.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.
Oh, Andrew, this is so beautiful! And I love this thought: "It's the yawn of a sleepy puppy, the bright desert flowers bravely raising their heads to the spring, the butterflies a multicoloured cloud that wings aloft at my footfall." The beautiful, everyday, simple but profound things! Love and hugs to you and Barb and the dogs!
ReplyDeleteGayl, I jut elighted that you enjoyed this! Love and hugs back, from all of us.
DeleteYes, it is a beautiful post! Puppies, flowers, butterflies, birds....God's creation to enjoy and to remember: He cares for the birds and He really cares for me! (and you!) He is not just our creator, but as Christians, we can call Him, "Abba, Father". I pray for peace & rest & encouragement for you and Barb. Take care, dear Andrew; your Father has prepared a place for you! You will be missed when you're gone, but for now, thankful for another day. Thankful that all our days are in His hands.
ReplyDeleteLove & prayers, Kathryn in SC
Kathryn, thank you so much for these lovely, lyrical and uplifting words, and most especially for your prayers.
DeleteI count myself so lucky, to have come to this place and to have really met God under these fell circumtances. I wouldn't trade.
ah the sweet whisper of hope... Thank you. Praying a day full of sweet whispers.
ReplyDeleteJane, thank YOU, and know that you are in our prayers.
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ReplyDeleteThis may be my favorite post of yours!
Annie in Texas
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DeleteI am so glad you like it!!!
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ReplyDeleteI had to come back and share a quote from one of my favorite authors:
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones, after all.
~Laura Ingalls Wilder
Annie in Texas
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DeleteThis is a PERFECT quote...thank you for sharing it!
I love this reminder, so much... I will remember to set my sights on the small joys that truly construct a life. Have been praying for you, sincerely...
ReplyDeleteMisty, I am delighted that this resonated ith you...and I am so grateful for your prayers.
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