Summer
is fading
when
the grasshopper falls in love
with
his own voice.
What does this mean to you?
Music from David gates, with the Suite: Clouds and Rain.
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 so sorry for you & Barb! My husband had Type A last week :( Wish I (old nurse:) could be there to take care of you all. Praying for grace & healing,
ReplyDeleteLove in Him, Kathryn
Kathryn, thank you so much for the prayers, and the loving wish of care!
Delete...unrequited love (with a narcissistic twist). ;)
ReplyDeleteit's either that or a melancholy too sad, I'd rather not contemplate.
Praying for you still, Andrew and Barb.
Jane, that's an interesting interpretation.
DeleteI wrote it with the thought of a world spinning down to the end, when men love themselves above God, but the beauty of haiku is that it can mean different things to diferent people.
I see the grasshopper at the end of his life and he cannot hear anyone else but his own voice. They say hearing is the last to go and we always strive to love someone or something. Thank God Christ is in us and He always is telling us how much He loves us! Sorry you had the flu on top of everything else? And Barabara too? Well, maybe the gift in that is you got to spend more time together?? Praying Andrew!
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