I hope you aren’t offended or put-off by my posts on faith. My goal is to share my faith without tearing anyone else’s down. This blog is not about Bible-thumping either. Religion is a part of who I am and plays a “character” in my blogging. Thank you for your understanding. Grace and peace to you.
Evening. Tea and a
tide of tales from your past wash
up on my quiet shores.
Midnight. Tassels of
dreams hang from the sable ceiling;
Morning. Tea, relic
of last night’s dream – day begins
with measured sweetness.
Along eternal shores.
Your moods peel like ocean’s skin –
the bliss of déjà vu.
Simple & Simply
It is a Simple thought
You are not the Simple one
It’s Simple, that
You are Simply ‘Thou Art That’
They have said in Simple words
We have to Simply understand
Sounds Simply Simple, yet
Not as Simple, Simply
If one understands or is trying to understand these simple words simply said by sages, I am very happy that you are simply on the path to enlightenment.
Dave Barclay at https://barclaydave.wordpress.com and John Howell at http://johnwhowell.com got to fooling around one day on a few comments back and fourth. The subject turned from the serious to the ridiculous with a couple of iterations on the question, “What are the curses of mankind?” We had to admit that after we developed our curse statement we had a good laugh and thought you would like to join in on the fun.
Here are the curses we identified
“Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
“Sleep is the curse of the drinking class.”
So how about you? Think of a curse and put it in the Reblog comments and then reblog. It is that easy.
Don’t forget to add another fun “curse” to keep this growing.
‘It says: Cursed be they who kiss and tell to the tabloids.’
The Servant king – https://joysofjoel.wordpress.com/
To which you can’t imply
As moments pass you by
A guide to walk you right
Stillness of the night.
For which you cannot speak
Words you simply keep
A ship of time that fleets
Voyage to a slippery creek.
By which you don’t foresee
Or simply refuse to see
The hands of a minute clock
Where birds don’t simply flock.
In which you surely missed
The stroke of a genie’s luck
Because you simply kiss
The wrath of a stonecast rock.
Through which you now have seen
The crimson of forest green
And steal the lovely scene
For your wicked lonely queen.
Kindly Click The Link or Tap The Photo and Read The Wealthy Shoplifter. Thanks.
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I love blueberries, I do.
On Sunday, as we drove to Wilmot Orchards Blueberry Farm in Newcastle, Ontario, I told my good man: “I want to go blueberry picking. How hard can that be?’
To which he promptly said: “Not a good idea.” Or some other such very sensible reply.
I gave him a mean look. Because he’s always right….
Perhaps to give me time to reconsider, he drove around to other nearby farms and we stopped as he took these photos.
By then I’d regained my senses. I went and BOUGHT a container of blueberries at Wilmot.
Came home, shared it with neighbours and still had enough for a feast.
And now I have been eating so many of these delicious berries that, any day now, I shall be entirely blue! (But very thankful.)
All photos by Hamlin Grange.