Leeward

For my dear fellow faith writer..Susan Irene Fox….who first visited at this post on LightRoom in 2014, and now has too soon journeyed onward to far brighter shores… and a place of endless love. Susan, you will be forever and greatly missed…💕👑💖

Had I Heavens’ Embroidered Clothes

Had I the heavens’ embroidered clothes,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark clothes
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the clothes under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

He Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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Never Ending Road

trail-in-frosty-winter-forest-247588Thank you friends far and near, for joining me on the inspiring never ending road of words and thoughts and imagery we shared in 2013… Enjoy a blessed Christmas…and Happy New Year.  I look forward to continuing the journey in 2014.

Never Ending Road, by Loreena McKennitt

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Then Sings My Soul…

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HOW GREAT THOU ART…

A young boy, Sam, sings his heart out, inspiring us all…to give God our very best…

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Sunshine…by Larry K.

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Anyone who visits this blog soon meets up with Larry, a street corner poet who often sets up ‘shop’ in a public square near my downtown neighbourhood. Larry suffers with drug-induced mental health issues. Raised in a Christian home, he ran away in his youth, lost his mind to drugs, then tried taking his own life by leaping from a 2nd floor Salvation Army hostel. In a wheelchair ever since,  Larry has come a long way. No longer unwashed and homeless, he lives on his own, surviving by means of a disability stipend and whatever cash he ends up getting for his poems. Larry also tells me he now attends a local Baptist church. He loves writing poems…you…pick the topic…Larry scrawls words. On this last long weekend of summer, the city was quiet. I was Larry’s first visitor. I noticed he’d come prepared to stay the day, with an umbrella strapped to his wheelchair and a rain slicker tucked away. Atop a heap of paraphernalia Larry somehow totes around, I notice a crumpled paper cup with a faded garden flower struggling to survive. Next to his wheelchair, stood something Larry’s quite proud of having retrieved from a garbage heap, a portable chess board/table set.

Here’s a poem Larry wrote for me today…


SUN SHINE

It is a cool day
and you cannot pay
the sun to shine
for that is in the hands
of the Divine
who makes rain and sun
to come on the just and unjust
just as we must follow the day
into night, and we depend
upon the sun’s light
sunshine is a blessing
and like everything
we cannot obtain
by our own power
when we get sunshine
instead of showers
we are blessed
for we cannot determine
what will be next
nor can we roll back
the clock, to the weather
that is now lost
to the passage of time.
So in the moment when
we are blessed with sunshine
or in the moment we are
blessed with rain or
any other thing…
thank the Divine
from whom all blessings flow
and know that life
is composed of both happiness
and sorrow, and we do not know
what may be tomorrow

Larry K.  August 5, 2013 A.D.