In The Mists Of Silent Wonder

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Shadows dancing
in the mists of silent wonder,
enticing me to hear their silent prayer;
Speaking words of wisdom for the hour,
to mend my brokeness and deep despair.

I shall stop a moment to reflect
on all the mysteries our lives must bear,
to fully know God’s ever tender mercy,
and Christ’s great love and constant presence here.

~ Night Prayers of Anna Lin
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Could Be

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Could be
that the April day arising
has the power of new birth ~
blossoming within
I feel the power of her grace
within my soul.

She manages to reach all
the hidden parts of me,
that languish in the
dark cells,
ever dying, ever still.

Could be
that the seed of life
will rise this very day ~
opening to the Light
that shines her way ~
beckoning her forth
into streams of golden rays,
living proof of wonders
sent to say:

“Tiniest of flowers –
you are born to beautify ~
simply being – is your greatest gift;
offer this to all
who would stand upon this place,
gazing into wonder, awe, and praise.

No one can deny
yours is more than words can say ~
as you bless with grace
this quiet hour;
giving, O so freely,
of yourself to all who gaze ~
into simple elegance,
your power.”

~ Anna Lin
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I Have Loved The Wonders Of The World

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The longer I live the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and wonder of the world… I have loved the feel of the grass under my feet, and the sound of the running streams by my side. The hum of the wind in the treetops has always been good music to me, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces of men. I am in love with this world…I have tilled its soil, I have gathered its harvest, I have waited upon its seasons, and always have I reaped what I have sown. I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.

~ John Burroughs, 1837 – 1921
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The Ground I Stand On Is Holy

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I do not have to go
To Sacred Places
In far-off lands,
The ground I stand on is holy.

Here, in this little garden
I tend
My pilgrimage ends.

The wild honeybees
The hummingbird moths
The flickering fireflies at dusk
are a microcosm
Of The Universe.
Each seed that grows
Each spade of soil
is full of miracles.

And I toil and sweat
And watch and wonder
And am full of love
Living in place –
In this place
For truth and beauty Dwell here.

~ Mary de La Valette
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Teach me, God, to Wonder

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Teach me, God, to wonder,
teach me, God, to see;
let your world of beauty capture me.
Praise to you be given,
love for you be lived,
life be celebrated, joy you give.

Let me, God, be open,
let me loving be,
let your world of people speak to me.
Praise to you be given,
love for you be lived,
life be celebrated, joy you give.
~  Walter Farquharson

“We are lost in wonder at all that you have done for us,
our Lord and mighty God.”     Revelations 15:3